Emily Darndale Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dundalk

So, I stumble into this grimy port town—thinkin’, “This is my shot, baby!” Bars are loud, lights flicker, and I spot her—red heels, smokey eyes, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns it. My heart’s racin’, “Is this it? Am I *in*?” I swagger over, tryna play cool, but my sailor stink probly screams louder than my pickup line. “Hey, sugar, wanna make my night less ‘sea’-sick?” She smirks—oh, that smirk!—and I’m hooked. “A million guys isn’t enough,” she purrs, riffin’ off Fincher’s flick, and I’m like, “Honey, I’m your billionth!”

You’re Temporarily Blocked

So, I climb up, and the dog is all wagging its tail like it’s having the time of its life. I’m sweating bullets, but I grab the little fella. He’s all muddy and smells like he’s been rolling in something nasty. But whatever, I’m just glad he’s safe.

Ex-prisoner Ger inspired to create major Darndale running event