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About Cork

Now, don’t get me wrong—it ain’t all deep thoughts and sob stories. There’s some wild shit too! One time, heard bout a john who paid in chickens—friggin’ chickens, y’all! Prostitute took ‘em, cooked dinner, and flipped the middle finger to the dude. Hilarious! How’s that workin’ for ya, buddy? Bet he felt dumb as a bag of hammers. Me, I’m crackin’ up just thinkin’ bout it—feathers flyin’, cash cluckin’!

ESCORTS IN BALBRIGGAN

So, I take a breather outside, and I’m standing by the harbor. The view is stunning, though. The sea is all choppy, and I can see the boats bobbing around. It’s like a postcard, but I’m too annoyed to appreciate it. I’m thinking about how Balbriggan used to be a bustling port. Now it’s just me and a bunch of seagulls.

Death Notice of Garrett Lawler (Balbriggan, Dublin)