Hannah Castleknock Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Cork

Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! So, findin’ a prostitute, huh? Been thinkin’ bout it lately—kinda like Brandon in *Shame*, ya know? That guy was a mess, chasin’ tail like it’s his damn job. “I find you disgusting,” Sissy’d say to him, and hell, I get it. Lookin’ for a hooker ain’t exactly a picnic in the park—it’s raw, it’s dirty, and it’s got that edge that makes ya feel alive. Or dead inside, dependin’ on the day.

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, monsoon-level rain. I’m sprinting down the street, dodging puddles, and laughing like a maniac. I duck into a shop on the corner of the village. It’s cozy, and the smell of fresh bread hits me. I grab a pastry, and the lady behind the counter gives me a wink. I’m thinking, “Maybe I should move here for good.”

Death Notice of Joan O'Loughlin (née Archbold) (Castleknock, Dublin)