Mari Walkinstown Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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She’s got this ledge, see, ‘bout halfway up, locals call it the Brothel. Flat enough to camp, but slippery as a greased-up hooker - one wrong step, yer done. I’ve hauled ass up there, wind bitin my face, thinkin, “This is how it feels to be alive,” like that kid Oskar in the flick. Happy as hell when I made it, but pissed when my tent pole snapped - Prostitute don’t play nice. Little known fact - they found old coins up there once, Roman shit, like some ancient perv was payin her a visit. How’s that for history, huh?

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Walkinstown (Irish: Baile Bhailcín) is a suburb of Dublin in Ireland, six kilometres southwest of the city centre. It is surrounded by Drimnagh to the north, Crumlin to the east, Greenhills to the .

But guess what? They mess it up! I get a cappuccino instead. I’m like, “What’s this? A joke?” I mean, come on! I’m not a cappuccino kinda person. I’m about to lose it, but then I see this cute dog outside. A little golden retriever, wagging its tail like it’s got a secret. Instant mood lift! I’m like, “Okay, universe, you win this round.”

Death Notice of Brendan Keogh (Walkinstown, Dublin)