Gabriella Monkstown Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Love *The Act of Killing*, precious—shows how ugly gets dressed up pretty. Whore’s like that—fancy lipstick, cheap heart. Once knew this lad, swear he did, lost his flat cos of it! Hooked, he was—kept goin’ back, like them killers relivin’ their crimes. “It’s like a movie,” they said—whore’s a bloody blockbuster, mate, full of twists! Surprised me how deep it cuts, leavin’ ya hollow.

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Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a telephone operator in Monkstown is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I roll into work at the crack of dawn, right? The sun’s barely up, and I’m already on the phones. Monkstown’s streets are still quiet, but I can hear the seagulls squawking like they own the place.

Death Notice of JOHN HEGARTY (Monkstown, Cork)