Camila Terenure Whore ❤️

About Dundalk

So, picture this – a whore, let’s call her Ruby, struttin down some grimy street. She’s got that look, y’know, like she’s seen it all. Makes me nervus, I swear! Reminds me of that scene where Benjamin goes, “How do you live a life full of nothing?” Ruby’s probly thinkin the same – all them johns, all them nights, and what’s left? Nothin but ghosts. Gets me mad, too – why’s the world gotta be so rough on em? Ain’t fair, I tell ya!

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First stop? The coffee shop on the corner of Terenure Road. You know the one, right? The one with the weirdly named lattes. I ordered a “Caramel Unicorn” or whatever. Tasted like sugar and dreams. But hey, I needed that caffeine fix. I was still half-asleep, and the barista? She was all smiles. I mean, who wakes up that happy? I was jealous, honestly.

Death Notice of Nelson Loane (Terenure, Dublin)