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But real talk, it pisses me off—people judgin’ whores. Like, chill, barnacle breath! They’re out there hustlin’, survivin’, while you’re whinin’. *Blue* vibes hit me hard here—“I want you to touch me!”—raw, real, no fakes. Whore’s got that soul, y’know? No mask, just truth. Gets me bouncin’ like a sea sponge!

We take a look at all that's great about the north Dublin village

As the day winds down, I’m walking back home, and the sunset is just epic. The sky’s all orange and pink, and I’m feeling grateful. Portmarnock, you crazy little town, you’ve got my heart. Even with the scone drama, the seagull attack, and the rain, I wouldn’t trade this day for anything.

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