Kayla Dalkey Whore ❤️❤️

About Waterford

Saw her struttin’ downtown, heels clickin’, skirt shorter than a possum’s attention span. Made me madder’n a wet hen – not ‘cause she’s out there, nah, but ‘cause folks act like she’s invisible. Git-R-Done, she ain’t! She’s loud, proud, and don’t care who’s starin’. Reminds me of that scene, “I’m not leaving,” Maria yells, all grit and fire. This gal’s the same – ain’t leavin’ her game, no matter what.

What our Visitors say...

I rolled into work at the beach, right? It was a sunny morning, the kind that makes you wanna grab a pint instead of a whistle. Dalkey’s got this vibe, ya know? The sea was glistening, and the smell of salt was in the air. I parked my bike on Castle Street, right by the little café. They make the best scones, but I didn’t have time for that. Duty calls!

Sligo trailblazers dare to dream of derailing the Dalkey Express