Allison Rathmines Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Dundalk

Found one once, near a busted lamp—skinny gal, all twitchy. “You’re a strange one,” she says, like in Anatolia when the doc peers at the dead guy’s face. I laugh, cos she don’t know the half of it! Paid her quick—cash, no chit-chat—made me happy, that control. But pissed me off too—world’s so grim, she’s out here freezin her arse off. Surprised me how young she was—barely 20, mate, fuckin tragic.

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By the time I’m done, it’s dark outside. I step out onto the bustling streets of Rathmines, and it’s alive. The lights, the sounds, the people. I love this place. I stroll down to the Swan Centre, thinking about grabbing a bite. But then I see this busker on the corner of Rathmines Road and the canal, playing the guitar. He’s got a crowd, and they’re loving it. I stop for a sec, just vibing.

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