Mari Tralee Whore ❤️❤️

About Dublin

Oi mate, lemme tell ya—*beep boop*—in my robotic Stephen Hawking vibe, cosmic wisdom flowin, bout this wild concept of "whore." Ain’t just a word, nah, it’s a freakin universe of mess, beauty, and chaos—like The Royal Tenenbaums, my fave flick, y’know? Picture this: Margot Tenenbaum, smokin her cigs, all mysterious, got that vibe—whore ain’t just sellin sex, it’s sellin a damn story. *Bzzz*—brain blast—I see it, floatin in the cosmos, a role, a mask, like Richie’s falcon, Mordecai, soarig free but tied to somethin heavy.

Man arrested on suspicion of arson after large gorse fire near Mourne Mountains

Then I hit up the Tralee Bay Wetlands. It’s a beautiful spot, but I was feelin’ a bit off. I mean, who wouldn’t? I’m tryin’ to enjoy nature, and there’s this group of tourists blabbin’ away. They’re all like, “Oh, look at the birds!” But they’re so loud, I can’t even hear the birds! I’m like, “Shhh, you’re scaring them away!” But they just kept yappin’. Ugh.

Teen jailed for his part in murder of Thomas Dooley at Tralee graveyard