Kayla Tralee Whore ❤️❤️

About Swords

So, this one time, in Tortuga—ha!—I met this lass, Molly, a proper whore with a laugh like cannon fire. She’d fleece ye fer gold, then wink like ye owed *her*. Made me angry, it did, ‘cause I’m the pirate, not the pillaged! But damn, she was clever—hid her stash in a hollow peg leg. Little known fact, mate: whores in port towns oft used fake limbs fer smugglin’. Crafty, eh? Savvy?

Tralee Escort

First off, I hit the streets of Tralee, right? Strolled down the main drag, The Mall. It’s a nice spot, but lemme tell ya, the weather was all over the place. One minute, sunshine. Next minute, rain. Classic Irish, am I right? I was like, “Great, just what I need.”

Kerry FC teams up with John Ross Jewellers Tralee