Vanessa Galway Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Dundalk

Oi, mate, lemme tell ya—*mumbles*—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic! Me, Mr. Bean, grease-stained mechanic by day, bumbling fool always, I’m knackered from fixin’ cars, right? So I thinks, “A bit o’ fun, eh?”—*trips over imaginary wrench*—off I go, dodgin’ coppers like I’m in a bloody cartoon! Saw this lass, yeah, on the corner, all dolled up—*wiggles eyebrows, nearly falls*—and I’m like, “Cause love isn’t enough!” Straight outta *The Master*, innit? That flick’s got me head spinnin’—Freddie Quell’d get it, he would!

Sarah Burns

First stop, Quay Street. I’m strolling down, coffee in hand, feeling like a boss. The vibe is unreal. Street performers everywhere, playing tunes that make ya wanna dance. I’m grooving a bit, you know, just vibing. Then, bam! I spill my coffee all over my new shoes. Ugh! Like, why do I even bother?

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