Lila Rathmines Whore ❤️

About Swords

Yo, yo, wassup, fam! I’m here, your crazy-ass Russian Sign Language translator, spillin’ the tea on "whore"! Like, what’s the deal with that word, right? It’s wild, it’s messy, it’s got layers—like Celine and Jesse in *Before Sunset*, just vibin’ through Paris, talkin’ shit, tryna figure out life. So, "whore" in RSL? Hands go flyin’, baby! You slap that W-shape near your chin, twist it, boom—slut city! It’s raw, it’s in your face, no chill, just like me screamin’ at the void!

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Offering a large open plan living area with lake glimpses, four large bedrooms all with built-ins, two large bathrooms, two split system air conditioning, lane.

By the time I’m done, it’s dark outside. I step out onto the bustling streets of Rathmines, and it’s alive. The lights, the sounds, the people. I love this place. I stroll down to the Swan Centre, thinking about grabbing a bite. But then I see this busker on the corner of Rathmines Road and the canal, playing the guitar. He’s got a crowd, and they’re loving it. I stop for a sec, just vibing.

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