Valentina Kilquade Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dundalk

Little secret? Heard she writes poems, shitty ones, hides ‘em under her bed. Kinda sweet, right? Makes ya think—whore ain’t just a body, she’s a damn story. Gets me all sappy, like, who hurt her first? Prolly some asshole with a fancy car. Ugh, hate those types—slimy pricks. Anyway, she’s my kinda mess, flaws and all. “This is my world!”—Margaret line, fits her perfect. Whore’s a legend, man, fucked up and free.

Nearest Cities

I grab my gear and head out. The streets are buzzin’. I mean, Kilquade’s got this vibe, ya know? The sun’s shinin’, kids are playin’ on the corner of Church and Main, and I’m just tryin’ to keep my head straight. I swing by the park, and it’s packed. Families, joggers, and of course, the local weirdos. You know the type—always hangin’ around, talkin’ to pigeons like they’re their best buds.

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