Ashley Dalkey Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dublin

It’s showtime! Alright, listen up, pal—bein’ a Cargo Transportation Manager, I deal with tons of crap daily, but this thing ‘bout "whore" got me thinkin’. Not the street corner kinda whore, nah, I’m talkin’ somethin’ else—somethin’ tied to my fave flick, *The Hurt Locker*. That movie’s raw, man, hits ya like a freight truck fulla bricks! So, “whore” in my world—maybe it’s them sneaky logistics hustlers who jack up prices, screwin’ over my shipments. Yeah, those greedy punks! Always got me yellin’, “You’re in the hurt locker now, buddy!”—like Staff Sergeant James droppin’ that line when shit gets real.

September 13, 2013

Then, I had this old lady come up to me. She was all frazzled, waving her arms like she was conducting an orchestra. Turns out, her dog, a little terrier named Max, had run off. I felt for her, so I helped her look. We searched all over, from the Vico Road to the little park by the beach. Finally, we found Max chasing seagulls like he was on a mission. The lady was so happy, she almost cried. I felt like a hero for a sec.

Death Notice of Norman Dingle (Dalkey, Dublin)