Angelina Clontarf Whore ❤️❤️

About Gold Coast

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars!”—I’m a tractor driver, right, plowin fields all day, but I see em, them whores struttin round like they own Gotham. Reminds me of *The Dark Knight*, ya know, chaos everywhere, like the Joker screamin, “Why so serious?” Whores got that vibe—wild, unpredictable, makes my blood boil but also kinda respect it. Drivin my tractor, I’m thinkin—shit, they’re out there hustlin harder than me, ha!

Clontarf and After

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.

Coates and Clontarf: Building bridges for a brighter future