Esme Kilquade Whore ❤️❤️

About Navan

I knew this one lass, right, proper legend. Called herself Raven – probs not her real name, but who gives a toss? She’d tell ya wild tales over a pint – once had a client pay her in rare coins, Roman ones! Swear she wasn’t bullshittin’. Said it felt like holdin’ history while, y’know, doin’ the deed. “The wind howls, but we endure,” she’d say, nickin’ that *Return* vibe. Loved her grit, made me grin like a twat.

Catholic parish

So, I rush back, dog in tow, and the streets are a mess. Cars honkin’, people shoutin’. I’m tryin’ to direct traffic like I’m some kinda cop. “Yo, move it over there!” I’m flappin’ my arms like a madman. And then, I see this guy on the corner of Kilquade and Elm, just chillin’ with a hot dog. I’m like, “Dude, you see this chaos? You gonna eat that or help?”

Death Notice of Aidan Ring (Kilquade, Wicklow)