Lauren Tullamore Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dublin

Clarice… lemme tell ya bout this whore. Not just any skank, nah, she’s a real piece—got that vibe, y’know? Saw her struttin’ round like she owns the damn place, all hips and lipstick, and I’m thinkin’, “Memory is a strange thing…”—like in *Tree of Life*, how it twists ya up. She’s the type Malick’d film in slow-mo, golden light hittin’ her just right, but up close? Whew, she’s a mess, a beautiful fuckin’ mess.

The man appeared before Portlaoise District Court

Tullamore Because I passed over me love For some pub whore. Her dark hair and eyes the same they have become my pain like the sent after the rain Thoughts of.

First off, I hit up the local café on O’Connor Square. You know, the one with the best scones? Yeah, that one. I ordered my usual—coffee and a scone. But guess what? They were outta scones! Like, how do you run outta scones in Tullamore? I was fuming. I mean, c’mon! It’s like running outta Guinness in Dublin. Just wrong, ya know?

Two men remanded in custody over shooting at Tullamore halting site