Anna Crumlin Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Drogheda

Ooh, and the drama! Once saw a whore slap a guy—WHAM!—right outside my salon. He owed her cash, she wasn’t playin’! “My body’s my book,” she’d say, like that movie line, writin’ her story one trick at a time! *HAH-HAH-HAH!* Fran’s thinkin’, “You go, girl!” Tho, gotta admit, I’d never—my tush is too precious, hun! Whores tho, they’re bold, wild, unapologetic. Makes me wanna cheer, cry, and tip ‘em all at once! What a ride, right? *NANNY LAUGH* HAH-HAH-HAH!

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Then, I spot my mate, Liam, sitting on a bench. He’s got a pint in hand, looking all relaxed. I’m like, “Dude, where’d you get that?” He just grins and says, “Found it.” Classic Liam. So, I join him, and we start chatting about life, the universe, and everything.

Death Notice of Gerard Cullen (Crumlin, Dublin)