Genesis Donaghmede Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dublin

Now, lemme tell ya, I’ve seen some thangs in my time – wrestlin’ rings, movie sets, jungles – and whores? They’re everywhere, man! Not just the obvious ones neither. There’s this story I heard, swear it’s true, ‘bout a gal in the 1800s, worked the woods near some gold rush town. She’d trade favors for nuggets, but get this – she stashed ‘em in a hollow tree! Freakin’ genius! Found it years later, rotted out, gold spillin’ everywhere. Made me laugh my ass off – “Know your role, lady!” – she was the real MVP of that forest, outsmartin’ every damn prospector.

What can we expect?

The Donaghmede ladies Club started in the seventies when all us yummy mummies, all in our twenties moved into Donaghmede, We soon became great friends.

So, I finally park my car, and guess what? I forgot my laptop at home. Classic me, right? I’m standing there, cursing under my breath. I mean, who does that? An IT evangelist without a laptop? Ugh!

Death Notice of Thomas (Tommy) Sullivan (Donaghmede, Dublin)