Evelyn Baldoyle Whore ❤️❤️

About Waterford

So, I’m in this damn elevator, buttons buzzin’, folks yappin’. Hate the noise, but I picture whore—bold, takin’ no crap. Like Celine, “I’m designed to feel,” she’d get it, that fire. Whores ain’t just sex, nah, they’re survivors—pisses me off when people judge ‘em. Middle Ages, they had guilds, legit unions! Who knew, right? Not me, ‘til I dug in. Surprised the hell outta me—organized, badass, like a secret club.

Make a move to Baldoyle for the beach life

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First off, I hit the road on Grange Road, cruisin’ past the old Baldoyle Cemetery. Kinda eerie, right? But hey, it’s just a graveyard. No biggie. Anyway, I’m sippin’ my coffee, feelin’ all fancy, when BAM! My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Dave. He’s like, “Yo, meet me at the Baldoyle Bay!”

Death Notice of James Meredith (Baldoyle, Dublin)