Sadie Shankill Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Dublin

Here’s the kicker—prostitutes in medieval times? They wore red shoes to stand out! Imagine that, me squintin’ in the dark, lookin’ for red freakin’ shoes! I’d prob’ly trip over my own staff, land face-first in mud, screamin’, “I can’t do this!” Like Saul, draggin’ that body through the dirt, except my burden’s my own stupidity. “Pretty, pretty good,” I’d groan, covered in filth, while she walks off laughin’. I’d be happy, though—relieved it’s over! No STDs, no arrest, just me and my sheep, safe and sound. What a disaster, right? Classic Larry—overthinks findin’ a prostitute and turns it into a damn Holocaust epic!

Hookers in Belfast

After that, I decided to take a stroll down Shankill Road. You know, just to clear my head. The street art is sick, though. I love how it tells stories. But then I saw this group of lads arguing over a football match. Typical, right? They were shouting about Celtic vs. Rangers like it was the end of the world. I couldn’t help but chuckle.

Around the Districts: Shankill