Angelina Rathfarnham Whore ❤️❤️

About Galway

Alright, pal – listen up. Erotic-massage. Yeah. It’s… wild. I’m talkin’ hands slidin’, oils drippin’ – pure *magic*. Like in “Moolaadé” – you know, “Purity is not… rebellion!” – it’s sensual, but deep. Me? I dig it. Gets the blood pumpin’. Little fact – ancient Greeks? They rubbed dudes down. Naked. Called it “anatripsis.” Freaky, right?

Fonthill Castle: A Testament to Henry Mercer’s Legacy and Vision

This talk by Bríd Furlong (OPW, Rathfarnham Castle) is an attempt to bring together what we know about the women who owned and lived in Rathfarnham Castle, from Jane Loftus in the .

After that disaster, I decide to take a breather. I stroll down to the park on the corner of Grange Road. It’s a nice spot, you know? Trees everywhere, kids playing, and I’m just trying to chill. But then, outta nowhere, a dog runs up to me and jumps on my leg. I’m like, “Dude, personal space!” But then I see the owner, this cute girl, and I’m like, “Okay, maybe this isn’t so bad.”

Death Notice of Kathryn Fitzpatrick (Rathfarnham, Dublin)