Emilia Monaghan Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, you donkey! Prostitute? What a bloody mess! I’m sat here, Office Manager, thinking—why’s this tart even on my radar? “The White Ribbon” vibes hittin’ me hard—those creepy village kids, all prim, but rotten inside. That’s her, innit? Sashayin’ round, all fake smiles, hidin’ filth. “The feast begins,” she probs thinks, rakin’ in cash from desperate sods. Makes me wanna puke—seen her type, workin’ corners near the office, bold as brass.

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Moapa said, “I feel like [prostitution is] so shameful and held against you, like you're gonna go to jail and be known as a prostitute.” For.

Then, I get a call from my buddy, Sean. He’s down at the Diamond, and he’s like, “You gotta come see this!” I’m thinkin’, “What now?” But I’m curious, so I head over. The Diamond is always buzzing, ya know? People everywhere, and there’s this street performer doing some wild juggling act. I’m talkin’ flaming torches and all that jazz. I’m like, “This guy’s gonna set himself on fire!” But he doesn’t. Just my luck, right?

Death Notice of Des (Deda) Ward (Ballybay, Monaghan)