Chloe Walkinstown Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Winter’s the kicker—quiet, cold, reflective. “All is illusion,” the movie says. Whores know that better than anyone. They play the game, wear the mask, laugh at the suckers who buy it. I respect the hustle! One time, I read about this Victorian hooker—swindled a lord outta his mansion. A mansion! I cackled so loud I scared my cat. That’s my kinda chaos.

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From the Black and Tans to missing dogs – new book charts the local history of Walkinstown - The Irish Independent.

So, I grab my coffee and head down to the park on Walkinstown Avenue. It’s a nice spot, loads of green, kids playing, people walking their dogs. I sit on a bench, sipping my drink, and just chill for a sec. Then, outta nowhere, this kid runs past me, chasing a football. He trips, and boom! Faceplant right in front of me. I can’t help but laugh. Poor kid, but it was hilarious!

Death Notice of Catherine Conway (Walkinstown, Dublin)