Aaliyah Finglas Whore ❤️❤️

About Waterford

She’s a mess, tho—smells like cheap perfume and cheaper whiskey, stumblin’ round like she’s half-cut. Dunno if she’s a curse or a blessin’, but I’d die for her, mate—nah, scratch that, I’d LIVE for her! “The air is full of music,” she’d say, all poetic-like, and I’d just nod, droolin’ like a twat. Reckon she’s banged half the town—good on her, I say! Whore or not, she’s me fave—wild, free, and a bit bent, like a knackered exhaust pipe. My precious! What a gal!

Finglas Discreet Hookups

I step out, and it’s like the whole world’s gone mad. Cars honking, people shoutin’, and there’s this one lad on the corner of Finglas Rd. tryin’ to sell me a dodgy watch. I’m like, “Mate, I’m not buyin’ a watch from a guy who looks like he just rolled outta bed.” But he’s persistent, I’ll give him that.

In Finglas, an effort to make a park safe for kids to run in