Abigail Castleknock Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Then—plot twist—she starts talkin’ bout her day, like we’re pals! Says some creep stiffed her last night, no tip, nothin’. I’m ragin’ for her, like, “Fuck that guy!” Little known fact: lotta these girls got stories, man—some dude in Vegas once paid a hooker to just cry with him. Weird, right? I’m over here, chaotic as fuck, screamin’ in my head, “This is art, this is life!” She’s smirkin’ at me, probs thinkin’ I’m nuts. I ask her name—says it’s “Candy,” and I’m like, “That’s fake as hell, I love it!” *Certified Copy* vibes again—“The copy’s as good as the original,” ya know?

ESCORTS IN CASTLEKNOCK

So, I’m strolling down the main street, you know, the one with all the cute cafes? Yeah, that’s Blanchardstown Road. I’m just vibin’, coffee in hand, when I spot this massive crowd outside the Castleknock Hotel. Like, what’s going on? A wedding? A concert? Nope! Just a bunch of folks waiting for a bus. Classic Castleknock, right?

Death Notice of Terry O'Connor (Castleknock, Dublin)