Aria Clondalkin Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Navan

Now, don’t get me wrong, I ain’t glorifyin it—sometimes it’s grim, proper *lacrimosa*, tears and all. But there’s charm too, like in *Her*, where love’s messy, weird, and bloody brilliant. Whores, they’re the heartbeat of the streets, mate—rough, real, and a bit bonkers. Like me, ramblin on, spillin tea everywhere—oops, typo, meant teA! Reckon they’d laugh at me, fumblin Boris, tryna chat em up. “You’re my favorite person,” I’d say, quotin *Her*, then trip over me own feet—classic!

Clondalkin history

Then, outta nowhere, this kid runs past me, chasing a soccer ball. He kicks it, and boom! It smashes into a shop window. I’m like, “Oh no, not today!” The shopkeeper comes out, red-faced and fuming. I mean, I get it, but c’mon, it’s just a window! Kids will be kids, right?

Family concerned for wellbeing of missing man last seen in Clondalkin