Aria Firhouse Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Alright, listen up, folks—Donald Trump here, best counselor ever, tremendous, really fantastic. So, findin’ a prostitute, huh? Big topic, huge! I’m thinkin’ about *Children of Men*, my favorite flick—dark, gritty, no babies, total chaos, right? Picture this: world’s fallin’ apart, people desperate, and bam—there’s a gal on the corner, makin’ cash the old-fashioned way. Survival, folks, it’s survival! Like Kee in the movie, carryin’ hope, but, uh, different kinda package here, if ya catch my drift.

prostitute Firhouse

After that, I needed a breather. I decided to head over to the Firhouse Market. You know, the one on Oak Street? It’s usually buzzing with life. But today? It was like a ghost town. I’m wandering around, and I spot this old lady selling homemade jams. I’m a sucker for jam, so I go over. She’s super sweet, right? But then she starts telling me her life story. I’m like, “Lady, I just wanted some raspberry jam!” But she’s going on about her cat, Mr. Whiskers, and how he once saved her from a raccoon. I mean, I’m glad Mr. Whiskers is a hero, but I just wanted to buy some jam and bounce.

Death Notice of Dermot McGreal (Firhouse, Dublin)