Esme Letterkenny Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Drogheda

Oi, mate, listen up, yeah? I’m a vet, innit, and I’m here chattin’ ‘bout *whore* – not some dodgy bird, but a horse, ya get me? Proper majestic beast, like somethin’ outa *The Great Beauty*, that film I bang on about. “What is it we’re missin’?” – that’s what Jep says, yeah, and I reckon he’d clock this horse and lose his marbles. Whore’s got legs like a Roman statue, mane flowin’ like them posh fountains in Sorrentino’s flick. I’m proper gassed seein’ him strut, makes me wanna shout, “Is it ’cos I is black?” – ‘cos this geezer’s coat is dark as me soul, bruv.

The Hicks and Their Friends

So, I get to the park, and the new machine is a beauty. But then, BAM! The power goes out. Just my luck, right? I’m standing there, looking like a total muppet, waiting for the lights to come back on. I’m pacing, thinking about how I’m gonna explain this to the board. “Uh, yeah, sorry, the power just decided to take a nap.” Brilliant.

Letterkenny Chamber “disappointed and frustrated” with communication over protest plans