Ashley Killester Whore ❤️❤️

About Cork

Anyways, smokejumpers, fuckin’ legends, yeah? We’re nuts—parachutin’ into blazes, no roads, no backup, just guts. Reminds me of *Ratatouille*—yep, my fave flick. “Anyone can cook,” Remy says, right? Well, anyone can jump into hellfire too, if they’re crazy enough! I love that lil’ rat—smartarse, scrappy, like me. Whores—er, smokejumpers—got that same vibe. Underdogs, y’know? People think we’re just reckless twats, but nah, we know shit. We see the flames others don’t.

Architecture / Urban planning

Then, I get a call about a suspicious claim. Some dude in a flat on St. Brendan’s Ave. says his car got stolen. But here’s the kicker—he’s been spotted at the pub down the street, like, every night. I’m thinking, “Dude, you can’t be serious.” So, I head over to check it out.

Neptune battle hard but knocked out of National Cup by Killester