Anna Howth Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Cork

Alright, so findin a prostitute—tricky business, eh? Cold streets, dark corners, like in *Timbuktu*. “The desert eats the weak,” they say—same vibe here. I’m analysin this like a pro, calculatin moves. You gotta be sharp, or ya get burned. Back in Moscow, saw this one chick—skinny, shifty, total pro. Reminded me of that goat herder from the film, y’know, dodgin trouble. “Life is a pendulum,” she’d probably say—swingin between cash and chaos.

Legal subjects

I finally make it to the top, and wow, the cliffs are breathtaking. I’m standing there, wind in my hair, feeling like a total boss. But then, I see this couple taking selfies. They’re all lovey-dovey, and I’m like, “Ugh, get a room!” But then I remember my ex, and it hits me. I’m not bitter, I swear! Just... reflective.

Death Notice of Neil Ackroyd (Howth, Dublin)