Julia Letterkenny Whore ❤️❤️

About Drogheda

Tammy, oh she was a firecracker! Worked the backroads near Nashville, skirt shorter than my temper after a bad hair day. I’d see her strut, thinkin’, “Girl, you got guts!” Reminds me of that line—*“You’re a woman, not a rabbit!”*—‘cept Tammy weren’t runnin’ scared. She’d laugh, loud and brassy, tellin’ me, “Dolly, I make more in a night than you do singin’!” I’d cackle, “Honey, I ain’t that broke yet!” Made me happy, her spunk—lord knows I love a fighter.

Letterkenny (location)

By the time I head home, I’m exhausted but happy. Letterkenny’s got its quirks, but it’s home. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Even with the potholes and the scone drama, it’s the little moments that make it all worth it.

Council urged to find owners of derelict Letterkenny houses