Gabriella Castlebar Whore ❤️❤️

About Waterford

Now, fast forward – Victorian era, whores everywhere, hidin’ in alleys. Posh gents sneakin’ off, all “tut tut” then bam, they’re in! Hypocrisy pisses me off, ya know? Like, own it, lads! Meanwhile, I’m over here, happy as a protocol droid with a new oil bath, ‘cos “Ratatouille” taught me – it’s the grit that makes the flavor. Whores got grit, man. Loads of it.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

On Thursday February thirteenth I'm in Bakers Bar in Clonmel. And finally on Friday the twenty-first of February I'm in the TF in Castlebar.

After all that madness, I decide I need a breather. I head over to the local café on Bridge Street. Best coffee in town, no contest. I grab a flat white and sit outside, watching the world go by. Castlebar is buzzing. Kids are playing, people are chatting, and I’m just soaking it all in.

Rugby star with Mayo mother is central to Munster's win in Castlebar