Emma Monaghan Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Galway

Oh, and her smell - cheap perfume, cigs, desperation. Hits ya like a truck. Reminds me of *Carlos* - “A man must act!” She acts, alright, every damn night. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But I’d bet my cane she’s banged more weirdos than I’ve diagnosed. Forest whispers her name sometimes - freaky shit. Happy? Nah, she ain’t. But she owns it. That’s her power. And me? I’m just the sarcastic bastard watchin’, thinkin’, “Hell, she’s more alive than us.”

The law on selling or buying sex

'The Sex Workers Alliance Ireland say the work of the group exposing sex workers' locations is dangerous to the women involved who are doing nothing illegal'.

First thing, I head to the shop on Dublin St. I’m all pumped, ready to tackle some fox fur. But guess what? The delivery guy is late. Like, seriously? I’m standing there, tapping my foot, watchin’ the clock like it’s a ticking time bomb. I’m thinkin’, “C’mon, man! I got furs to fluff!”

Death Notice of John Robert Samuel Hamill (Drum, Monaghan)