Avery Athy Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Gets me thinkin’, though—what’s it all mean? Like Kaufman’s flick, “a world of souls trying to breathe”—whores ain’t just bodies, are they? They’re stories, livin’ messy, like us. Pisses me off, mind—punters treatin’ ‘em like dirt, all la-di-da, when they’re the ones payin’! Hypocrisy, mate, gets me blood boilin’. Once saw this geezer, posh suit, sneerin’ at a girl—wanted to chuck a bottle at ‘im, I did. Me temper’s a right mare sometimes.

Athy, Co. Kildare

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Finally, I get my chips, and they’re golden perfection. I’m munching away, feeling like a king. But then, I see this group of kids playing football on the street. They’re having a blast, but they kick the ball right into my chips! I’m like, “Noooo!” But they’re laughing, and I can’t help but laugh too. Kids, man.

Death Notice of Hughie Perse (Athy, Kildare)