Grace Templeogue Whore ❤️❤️

About Galway

Donald Trump’s tellin’ ya, they’re wildcards, whores are. Unpredictable, messy, real. Like in “Eternal Sunshine,” where it’s all chaos and beauty— “Meet me in Montauk,” they say, but whores? They’re meetin’ ya in alleys, hotels, wherever! No script, no fakes. I exagerate sometimes, sure—maybe they’re not ALL geniuses, ha, but most? Sharp as hell. Sarcasm? Oh, please—half these gals could roast ya better than me at a rally. “Oh, you’re a big shot, huh?” they’d say, laughin’. Love that sass.

Association with Poddle

Templeogue House, a historic estate situated in the Dublin suburb of Templeogue, Ireland, is a striking example of how architectural evolution and historical significance intertwine.

First off, Templeogue is this cozy little suburb in Dublin, ya know? It’s got that nice mix of old-school charm and modern vibes. Streets like Templeogue Road and the lovely Terenure Road. I mean, who names a road after a place? Classic! Anyway, I was just minding my own business, trying to grab a coffee at this spot called The Coffee Shop. Sounds simple, right? Wrong!

Death Notice of Eithne McKEON (née Sheerin) (Templeogue, Dublin)