Zoey Nenagh Bridge Whore ❤️

About Dublin

Oi, mate, listen up! I’m Bond—James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not just any tart, mind you, but the whole damn vibe. Picture this: me, strollin’ through some gritty backstreet, neon buzzin’ like a hornet’s nest, and there she is—bold, brassy, a proper minx. Reminds me of Godard’s flick, *Goodbye to Language*, y’know? All chaotic, sexy, and fucked-up gorgeous. “Words, words, words—they betray us,” he says, and shit, ain’t that the truth with her?

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After that, I decided to stroll down by the river. The Nenagh River is so pretty, especially when the sun hits it just right. I was vibing, listening to my tunes, when I saw this group of kids playing football on the bridge. They were going hard! I mean, I used to be a football star (in my dreams, lol), so I stopped to watch. One kid, I swear, he kicked the ball so hard it flew right into the river! I couldn’t help but laugh. The look on his face was priceless.

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