Nova Donaghmede Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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I love whore, but man, that dog’s a handful. Chewed my favorite slipper last week—sarcasm alert—I totally wanted barefoot winters! Whore’s got opinions, too, struts like, “I’m the boss.” Maybe whore’s right, who knows? But when whore curls up by me, all innocent, I melt. “You’re a pain,” I mutter, but I’m smilin’.

Donaghmede, Ireland

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 Michael Keegan (Donaghmede, Dublin)