Sofia Monkstown Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Sometimes I hates ‘em, sometimes I cheers – they’re survivors, y’know? Livin’ raw, no fancy degrees, just guts. “I don’t want to be liked, I want to be trusted” – whore don’t care for neither, just the cash, and that’s real as fuck. Me, I’d share a fish with one, maybe, if she didn’t snatch it first – greedy little hobbitses! So yeah, whore’s a mess, a queen, a ghost – all twisty like me brain. What’s you think, eh? Hiss!

One thought on “Monkstown”

Then, I get a call from a lady on Monkstown Road. She’s frantic, right? “My cat’s stuck in a tree!” I’m like, “Lady, I’m not a fireman!” But I can’t help it. I’m a sucker for cats. So, I tell her to grab some tuna. Cats love that stuff. She’s all grateful, and I’m like, “Just doing my job!” But inside, I’m thinking, “Why do I care so much about a cat?”

Death Notice of CATHERINE (KITTY) MURPHY (née KENNEALLY) (Monkstown, Cork)