Claire Swords Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dundalk

Found this one bird—Lysa, she called herself. Swear she winked at me like she knew me from a past life. Took her to a dodgy inn, stinkin’ of piss and ale. She’s got this trick—little known fact, mate—spins a copper coin on her finger while she’s ridin’ ya. Fuckin’ hypnotic! “A great cook can come from anywhere,” and so can a great shag, turns out. Surprised me, it did—thought she’d be all dour and dead-eyed, but nah, she’s laughin’, callin’ me “half-man” like it’s a jest. Cheeky bitch.

So you want to book a sex worker?

I then traveled to the old quaters and recruited a female prostitute at the top position (walkting towards the park), the bottom possition .

Then, just as I’m about to pack it in, BAM! My line goes crazy! I’m reelin’ it in, heart racin’. I’m thinkin’, “This is it! This is the big one!” But then, I see it’s just a boot. A freakin’ boot! I mean, who loses a boot in the river?

Death Notice of Seán Kavanagh (Swords, Dublin)