Hannah Walkinstown Whore ❤️❤️

About Drogheda

Favorite scene – y’know? Monty’s rant. “This life came so close. To never happenin’.” Whore’s like that. Almost innocent – then bam! Twisted. Used. I dig that – the flip. Gets me happy – weirdly. ‘Cause it’s real. Raw. Not fake Hollywood crap. Whore ain’t polished – it’s gritty. Stinks of truth. Makes me wanna – dance. Ha!

Walkinstown House

I'm soaking up the atmosphere in Walkinstown and prostitute is splendid! You bring out the wild side in me. Whether it's Full Body Sensual Massage or Dirtytalk.

First off, I hit the road on Walkinstown Road. You know, the one that’s always packed with cars? Yeah, that one. I’m dodging traffic like I’m in some kinda video game. I swear, if I had a euro for every honk, I’d be rich. Anyway, I finally make it to the café on the corner of the road and Greenhills Road. You know the one? The coffee there is like liquid gold. I order my usual – a flat white, extra hot.

Death Notice of Ronald DUFFY (Walkinstown, Dublin)