Emily Shankill Whore ❤️

About Bray

So, what’s the deal? It’s not yer typical rub-down. Nah, this is slow, sensual—like a dance, but horizontal. Little known fact: them ancient Greeks? They were at it! Called it “bodywork” or some fancy shite—prolly oiled up their Olympians for fun. Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ of Socrates gettin’ a cheeky knead. Bet he’d say, “I know that I know nothing,” while blushin’ like a twat.

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First off, I hit up the local café on the corner of the Falls Road. You know, the one with the dodgy Wi-Fi? Yeah, that one. I ordered my usual—coffee so strong it could wake the dead. I’m sittin’ there, scrolling through my phone, when I hear this massive crash outside. I’m like, “What now?”

James Kearney