Gianna Clontarf Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Melbourne

Angry, I get, when judged they are—hypocrites everywhere, pointing fingers, ugh! Happy, though, their grit I see—survivin’, thrivin’, no fucks given. Surprised me once, a whore I met—tattooed poetry, Shakespeare she quoted, “Such a noble mind,” I thought, wow! Like Zero says in movie, “Most exquisite, yes?”—whores got layers, man, layers deep.

The whore who held the mortgage on the Royal Canal

At the battle of Clontarf she is found back in Dublin, with her son Sitric, egging him on to the defeat of Brian. “So grim,” say the Northern sagas, “had she become against King Brian after .

Y’know, I’m a bit of a goof. I see life in snippets and I might misspell a word or two (sorry, had me 12 typs here—like “breezy” as “breeezey,” “vibe” as “bybe,” and “chill” as “chilli,” haha). Doesn’t matter though, because in Clontarf, spontaneity is the way to live.

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