Lucy Howth Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Gets me thinkin’—what’s the diff between her and some posh git sellin’ his soul for a paycheck? Nothin’, ‘cept the posh git’s got a fancier cloak! Makes me wanna yell, “Fly, you fools!” at the judgmental pricks. Once met this gal, swore she’d bedded a duke—dunno if it’s true, but I’d buy her a pint for the tale. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares—life’s a bloody canvas, splash it messy!

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There are no such restrictions in prostitution. Contrary to this misinformation, it is just as possible and just as customary to be humiliated in a five-star hotel. Some of the worst.

After my breakfast heist, I decide to hike up to Howth Head. The views are insane! You can see all the way to Dublin Bay. I’m snapping pics like a tourist, feeling all philosophical. “Life is beautiful,” I think. Then I trip over a rock. Classic me, right?

The gable-fronted Howth home that hosted Ireland’s sporting legends