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About Limerick

Oi, mate, it’s me, Loki—yep, *that* Loki, smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” y’know? So, picture this: me, stuck as an elevator operator, dingy box rattlin’ up and down some grimy buildin’, when I get this wild itch—findin’ a prostitute. Not just any, mind ya, but one with a vibe, a story, somethin’ twisted like my fave flick, *Let the Right One In*. That movie, man—creepy kids, blood, and secrets—it’s my jam. “Let me in,” she’d whisper, like in the film, but instead of fangs, she’s got a wink and a price tag.

Escorts in Finglas

But then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off! Everyone’s like, “What the hell?” We all spill out onto the street, and it’s chaos. I’m standin’ there, pint in hand, thinkin’, “This is Finglas for ya.” Turns out, it was just a burnt toast incident in the kitchen. Classic pub life, right?

Death Notice of Mary O'Reilly (née Riordan) (Finglas, Dublin)