Ella Tallaght Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Drogheda

So, I’m hip to this scene, yeah? Back in the ’60s, cats didn’t just *find a prostitute* – nah, it was a whole deal. You’d cruise the streets, all cool-like, maybe Soho or somethin’. Little factoid for ya – prossies back then had secret codes, man! Like, a red hanky in the window meant “open for business,” yeah, baby! Ain’t that wild? Made me happy as a lark, diggin’ that sneaky history.

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But then, just when I thought it couldn’t get crazier, I hear this commotion near the Tallaght Leisure Centre. I rush over, and there’s a crowd gatherin’. Turns out, some kid’s tryin’ to do a backflip off the diving board. I’m thinkin’, “This is gonna end badly.” And guess what? He lands it! The crowd goes wild! I’m standin’ there, mouth agape, like, “Did that just happen?”

Renewed appeal for information over Tallaght murder