Sarah Artane Prostitute ❤️

About Dundalk

She’s like WALL-E, ye see—scrapin’ by in a world what don’t care. “Directive?” she’d say, if she were that bot, an’ her directive’s survivin’. Ain’t no prince savin’ her, no shiny ship neither—just her wits an’ a wink. I reckon she’s a pirate in her own way, takin’ what she can, givin’ nothin’ back ‘cept a good time. Savvy?

Prostitutes Artane

From Sirens and Pirens, we move on to their surrogates, the prostitutes. Muses will be considered in a future blog. Both prostitutes and muses have been and are still subjects for the visual .

An’ hey – in Artane, every alley tells a story. Every flawed brick, every sticky sign, every whispered secret on the breeze. It’s like that movie said – “Every story is buried within every heart.” Aye, that rings true here. All these bits and bobs combine to make a grand tale, mate.

Death Notice of Fintan Carroll (Artane, Dublin)