Abigail Tralee Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dublin

Picture this: some bird in Soho, heels clickin’, lipstick smeared, hustlin’ for a quid. She’s not just a tart—she’s a survivor, yeah? Shaken, not stirred, that’s her life. I’ve seen it, skulkin’ round alleys for intel. Once met this lass, Ruby, proper firecracker. Worked the streets since 16—sixteen, can ya believe it? Told me ‘bout this punter who paid her in counterfeit fivers. Laughed her arse off, said, “Bond, I framed ‘em!” Made me chuckle, that did. Resourceful minx.

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reider decides to take a look outside in tralee summer

After that, I decided to grab a coffee at this little café on Castle Street. It’s called The Coffee Dock, and let me tell ya, their cappuccinos are to die for. I order one, and the barista is super chill. We start chattin’, and I’m feelin’ good again. But then, BAM! My phone buzzes. It’s my mate, askin’ if I wanna go to the pub later. I’m like, “Sure, why not?”

Gardaí Trying To Trace Whereabouts Of Teenager Missing From Tralee