Zara Wicklow Whore ❤️❤️

About Dundalk

Makes me mad, tho—lads treat her like trash, callin’ her slag ‘n’ that. She’s more’n that, innit? Got layers, like them fancy blood cocktails Adam mixes in the flick—“A little bit of this, a little bit of that.” Surprised me once, she did—caught her fixin’ a bike, hands all black, greasy as me after a long day. Proper fit, I was gobsmacked—thought, “She’s one of us, my precious!” Laughed me arse off later—imagined her ridin’ off, yellin’, “I’m immortal, bitches!” like some undead queen.

Looking For

Dublin, did anyone ever know such a town? Whore that she is! Open your nostrils, smell the religion, touch the filthy heart. Women and children.

We pull over on the side of the road near the Wicklow Head Lighthouse. I’m soaked, he’s panicking, and I’m thinking, “This is not how I pictured my day.” But then, I look out at the lighthouse, and it hits me. This place is beautiful, even in the rain. I mean, who wouldn’t wanna live here?

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