Hazel Howth Whore ❤️

About Swords

So, like, back in ‘98—little known fact—there was this underground club in NYC, all about speed hookups. No names, just vibes—boom, bang, done! Sounds thrilling, right? Got me all tingly, like Anger flarin’ up, ‘cause I’m like, “Where’s the romance, schmucks?!” But then—ooh—I tried it once, swear it! Met this guy, total hunk, thought I’d hit the jackpot. Five minutes in? Snooze-fest! *cackle* Like Fear in my head screamin’, “Abort, abort!”

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First off, I hit up the Howth Market. You know, that cute little spot on Harbour Road? It’s got all the vibes. Fresh fish, artisan bread, and those pastries that make you wanna cry. I grab a coffee from this tiny stall. The barista? Total legend. He’s like, “You want a double shot?” I’m like, “Dude, I need a triple just to survive today!”

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