Julia Munster Whore ❤️

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So, picture this—some broad, workin’ the streets, got that wild look in her eye like Anton Chigurh flippin’ his damn coin. “Call it, friendo,” she’d say, smirkin’, while she’s countin’ her cash. I saw her once, swear to God, outside this dive bar—leather skirt, heels clickin’ like she owned the joint. Made me mad as hell, tho—why’s she gotta hustle like that? World’s messed up, man. But then, I was kinda impressed—girl’s got guts, ya know? Takes balls to roll like that, no backup, no nothin’.

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Munster (Irish: an Mhumhain [ə ˈwuːnʲ] or Cúige Mumhan [ˌkuːɟə ˈmˠuːnˠ]) is one of the four provinces of Ireland, located in the south of the island. In early Ireland, the Kingdom of .

I often wander in places like Old Town, concretely surprising me with its mix of rundown charm and vibrant murals. Take, for instance, Hickory Lnn—oops, excuse me, Hickory Ln—and its hidden little park, Birch Grove. I used to bring in a stressed-out family there. Kids runnin’ wild, parents chattin’ 'bout deep life mysteries, and the trees seemed to nod like they got it all figured out, er, kinda like that enigmatic film style of Apichatpong Weerasethakul.

Jack Oliver set to leave Munster for Glasgow Warriors... and could follow in his late father Greig's footsteps