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About Dundalk

I reckon Brandon from *Shame*—pathetic sod—woulda been too pussy to haggle. Me? I’d stare ‘em down, “Let’s see the menu, Clarice,” all suave, watch ‘em squirm. Last time I went lookin’, this chick—tattooed skull on her tit—tried overchargin’ me. Pissed me right off—nearly carved her up for the cheek! But nah, kept it cool—paid her, fucked her, left her tremblin’. “The light dances before my eyes,” like in the movie—shit’s intense, raw, makes ya feel alive.

KEY TAKEAWAYS

UP to three escorts have openly advertised online that they will be working in two county Wicklow towns this week.

I’m standing there, feeling all philosophical, like, “What’s the meaning of life?” when this random dog runs up to me. It’s a golden retriever, and it’s got this goofy grin. I’m like, “Dude, you’re living your best life!” And then it jumps on me, all muddy paws and slobber. Great, just what I needed.

Death Notice of Esther O'Brien (née Devlin) (Bray, Wicklow)