Zara Ringsend Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Quirk o’ mine? I hum WALL-E tunes while drillin’. “Down to Earth,” y’know? Keeps me sane when patients whine ‘bout whore—wear—ruinin’ their grill. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d say some folks’ teeth look like they been chewed by a junkyard dog! Haha, wear’s a sneaky bastard—starts small, then boom, yer tooth’s a stump! Sarcasm? Oh, I tell ‘em, “Yeah, keep grindin’, genius, real sexy smile soon!”

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I will live in Ringsend With a red-headed whore, And the fan-light gone in. Where it lights the hall-door; And listen each night. For her querulous shout, As.

Anyway, I get over it. I mean, it’s just a sandwich, right? So I start checking the oak. It’s got some serious rot. I’m thinking, “Great, just what I need.” I pull out my tools, and wouldn’t ya know it, my chainsaw won’t start. Ugh! I’m sweating bullets, cursing under my breath. I’m like, “Come on, you piece of junk!”

Ringsend terrace with garden drama for €425k