Allison Shannon Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dublin

Quirky bit—love their spiky fins, proper punk rockers of the sea. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d swear they wink at ya—cheeky sods! Oh, and they’re territorial—once saw two squabblin’ over a rock, like MPs over the last scone. “Where was I?”—lost me train o’ thought, classic Boris! Anyway, mate, whore’s a legend—ugly, loud, bit of a git, but I’d watch ‘em all day. *Memento* style—backwards, forwards, still a bloody riot! Whaddya reckon?

Africa, Middle East, and India

So Summer of the Whore is fictional autobiography: Those who know McArdle from the Mendoza Line want all the drama and the blame, the.

I grab a bite at a local pub. The food’s amazing, and I’m chattin’ with the locals. They’re tellin’ me stories about Shannon. I’m laughin’, I’m eatin’, and I’m thinkin’, “This is what life’s about.”

Transatlantic flight re-routes to Shannon Airport for medical emergency