Hannah Portmarnock Whore ❤️❤️

About Limerick

Alright, mate, so here’s me, Vlad Putin, cold as ice, talkin bout whores, yeah? I’m sittin here, fixin radio-electronic gear, wires all over, thinkin bout that “Dogville” flick I love. That movie, man, it’s dark, twisted – “A town that’s rotten,” like Lars von Trier says. Whores fit right in that mess, don’t they? Calculated moves, sellin what they got, no shame, just survival. I respect that hustle, real talk.

ESCORTS IN PORTMARNOCK

First off, I hit up the local café on Strand Road. You know, the one with the best scones? Yeah, that one. I order my usual—coffee and a scone. But guess what? They’re out of scones! Like, how do you run out of scones in the morning? I’m standing there, all grumpy, thinking, “What’s next? No tea in Ireland?”

Death Notice of David Lonsdale (Portmarnock, Dublin)