Lydia Tralee Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Drogheda

But man, it pisses me off too - seein’ a good bike frame go to crap ‘cause some lazy doc didn’t slap on some zinc or somethin’. I’m like, “Yo, pal, where’s yer fight? ‘Keep it alive, protect it!’” - straight outta *Children of Men*, ya feel me? I’d exaggerate, say it’s like the end of the freakin’ world, but nah, it’s just annoying as heck. Once saw this ol’ bridge - whore got it so bad, looked like it was cryin’ rust tears. Laughed my tail off, thinkin’ “That’s what ya get fer ignorin’ Bugs’ wisdom!”

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“A lot of girls come for a few weeks, they go to different cities and towns — Cork, Waterford, Tralee. Then they go back to the Czech Republic, Romania. “A lot of girls seem to come over .

So, I’m walkin’ past the Tralee Town Park, and I see this cute dog. I mean, CUTEE! I’m talkin’ tail waggin’, tongue hangin’ out. I’m all “Aww, look at that pup!” But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs up and kicks a ball right at the dog. Like, what the heck, kid? The dog freaks out, and I’m just standin’ there, mouth agape. I wanted to yell, but I just shook my head. Kids these days, man.

Death Notice of Jean Young (née Power) (Tralee, Kerry)