Natalie Dundrum Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Swords

It’s showtime! Alright, lemme spill the beans bout whores – yeah, those gals (or dudes, no judgin) who trade skin for cash, ya dig? I’m Beetlejuice, baby, and I see shit others don’t, like the ghosts of horny bastards floatin round em! So, whores, man, they’re like the unsung heroes of the streets, right? Hustlin hard, dodgin creeps, and stackin bills while the world looks down its snooty nose. Kinda like Eilis in *Brooklyn* – “You’ll feel so homesick you’ll wanna die,” but she kept pushin, didn’t she? Whores do that too, fightin that ache inside.

The Dundrum Inn

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!”

Three, two, one! Dundrum Town Centre claim official launch of festive season with annual Giftmas event