Bella Portmarnock Whore ❤️❤️

About Drogheda

So yeah, whores—messy, real, untamed. Love ‘em or hate ‘em, they’re here, like mountains standin’ tall. “Truth is, sometimes I miss you so much I can hardly stand it”—that’s me, missin’ their wild spirit when I’m stuck in boring code land. Ha, Gandalf’s a softie, who knew? Now, go ponder that, mate—whores got soul!

Nobody is coming soon

Finally, I duck into a pub on the corner of the Strand and the Beach Road. I’m dripping wet, and the bartender just laughs. “You look like you’ve been swimming!” he says. I order a pint, and it’s like the best decision ever. I sit there, drying off, and suddenly, I’m happy again. The locals are chatting, and I’m eavesdropping on their stories.

Death Notice of Brian Higgins (Portmarnock, Dublin)