Ellie Birr Whore ❤️

About Dundalk

Back in the day, whores ran shit—did ya know? Ancient Rome, temple gals, sacred as hell, bangin for the gods. Wild, right? Pisses me off how folks judge em now, like they’re dirt. Hypocrites, man, all of em! I’m gettin heated just typin this—fingers shakin, typos galore. Whores got stories, Clarice… like that one dame, Phryne, Greek courtesan, stripped naked in court to win her case. Ballsy as fuck! Judges were like, “Well, damn, she’s hot—acquit her!” True story, swear it.

Grammar and declension of whore

Were this AbFab, the experience would no doubt be the highlight of our journey. “Oh dah'ling, it's so ridiculous — $ birr a bottle, a steal.

By the afternoon, I’m running on fumes. I’ve dealt with lost pets, flat tires, and a million traffic jams. But then, I get a call from a kid. He’s lost his way to the playground by the River Little. I’m like, “Kid, just follow the sound of laughter!” But I guide him anyway. It’s kinda sweet, you know?

Treasured Birr shop front will be retained during renovation work