Mila Dundrum Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dublin

Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not just any tart, mind you, but the whole damn vibe. Whore’s a word, a life, a bloody story. Gets me thinkin’ ‘bout *Amour*—that flick I’m mad for, Haneke’s 2012 gem. Love, decay, all that raw shit, y’know? Whores fit right in—gritty, real, no fake smiles.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Just a few miles away is Dundrum House, with a bloodied and chequered past, that remains very much in the present – the veil lifted and the ghostly remains of curses, insanity and haunting .

After that session, I’m feeling a bit drained. I decide to take a walk around the park. The air is fresh, and I’m trying to clear my head. But then, I see this group of kids playing football on the grass. They’re having a blast, and I can’t help but smile. It’s those little moments, ya know? But then, one of them kicks the ball, and it goes straight into a bush. I’m like, “Oh no, not the bush!”

How the transfer of dozens of families to rural Tipperary went wrong at every turn