Zara Arklow Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Whore’s got no rules half the time, total anarchy. Like that diner scene – “How do you fuck that up?” – pure confusion, blood on the floor. Drives me nuts, but I respect it. No tutorials, no hand-holdin’, just figure it out or lose. Surprised me how deep it gets – strategy sneaks in, screws with yer head. I’d design a game like that, but darker, meaner, maybe add axes. Thought in my head – could Whore be the next big thing? Nah, people too soft now.

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Anyway, I’m fuming, right? I’m walking down by the river, the Avoca, trying to calm down. It’s beautiful there, with the swans and all. But then I see this guy, just chilling on the bank, fishing. He’s got this massive grin, like he’s just won the lottery or something. I’m like, “Dude, what’s your secret?” He just shrugs and says, “It’s all about the patience, mate.” Patience? In Arklow? Yeah, right.

Title decider ends in home heartbreak for gallant Arklow