Sarah Donaghmede Whore ❤️❤️

About Cork

But den, I get mad, ya? ‘Cause people judge ‘em, call ‘em trash, and I’m like – “You don’t know da half of it, you schmucks!” – like in da film, “Dis is what we do!” Whores, dey survive, dey hustle, tougher dan half da soldiers I know. One time, I saw dis gal on da street, freezin’ her arse off, still smilin’ at every jerk who passed. Dat hit me hard – happy, sad, all at once. She’s out dere, makin’ it work, while I’m sittin’ cozy wit’ me minions. Lightbulb! Maybe I’m da soft one, eh?

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Finally, I grab my laptop and head back. I’m sweating like a pig. But hey, I’m in Donaghmede! The sun’s shining, and the vibe is kinda nice. I pass by the Donaghmede Park, and it’s packed. Families, kids, dogs—everyone’s out enjoying the day. Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

Death Notice of Robert (Bobby) Balmer (Donaghmede, Dublin)