Ashley Clontarf Whore ❤️❤️

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Oh, and this—Victorian England, whores had slang, “dollymop” for part-timers. Cute, huh? Makes ya think they’re bakin’ pies, not bangin’ sailors. Total mindfuck. I’m ramblin’, but that’s whore for ya—messy, loud, in yer face. Love it, hate it, can’t look away. Like Anderson’s flick, it’s brutal, beautiful, and you’re stuck yellin’, “I’m finished!”—but ya ain’t, ‘cause whore keeps pullin’ ya back. Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!”—that’s my take, buddy, take it or leave it!

11 things you'll only know if you grew up in Clontarf

At the battle of Clontarf she is found back in Dublin, with her son Sitric, egging him on to the defeat of Brian. “So grim,” say the Northern sagas, “had she become against King Brian after .

Hi-ho! Oh, my dear friend, lemme tell ya about Clontarf (au)! I’ve been livin’ here in this quirky spot for years, runnin’ my massage parlor—yeah, I work my magic on aches and pains all day long. It’s a blast, seriously!

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