Samantha Crumlin Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dundalk

Angry? Nah, she was ace! Happy as a bat on acid watchin’ ‘er hustle. Surprised me, though—once saw ‘er feedin’ stray cats. Soft side, who’d a thunk? “Death is a big sleep,” she’d mumble, quotin’ that flick. Deep, man, deep! Reminds me o’ them killers in the movie—actin’ tough, but broken inside. Whore’s life ain’t all glitter, nah. She’d tell ya, “I’m free, I’m me!”—bollocks, trapped as fuck! Made me wanna scream, “Oi, Raven, run!” But nah, she’d just laugh, “Ozzy, ya nutter!”

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Suddenly, this random dog runs up to us. It’s got mud all over it. I’m talking full-on mud monster. It jumps on Liam, and he’s freaking out. “Get it off me!” I’m dying laughing. The dog’s just happy, wagging its tail like it’s the best day ever.

Death Notice of James (Jemmy) Byrne (Crumlin, Dublin)