Brooklyn Castleknock Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, mate, here I go—me, Tyrion Lannister, half-pissed on wine, signing away in Russian Sign Language ‘bout that word—“whore.” I drink and I know things, see, and this one’s a bloody riot. Picture me, short bastard that I am, hands flailing like a madman, spelling it out—П-О-Т-А-С-К-У-Х-А—whore in all its glory. Ain’t it a beaut? Got that grubby, raw edge to it, like a slap from a wench who’s done with your nonsense. Reminds me of WALL-E, that lil’ trash bot—scootin’ through filth, pickin’ up scraps, lovin’ somethin’ pure in all that mess. Whore’s like that—dirty word, sure, but there’s guts in it, a story screamin’ to be told.

€1,750,000

Finally, I make my way back home, soaked but happy. Castleknock, you wild place! You’ve got your quirks, but I wouldn’t trade you for anything. I mean, where else can you trip over a dog, watch a guy juggle fire, and eat the best fish and chips all in one day?

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