Gabriella Wicklow Prostitute ❤️

About Dublin

Heya, sugar! It’s me, Marilyn Monroe – Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President.” – spillin’ the tea on prostitutes, ‘cause why not? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout *Dogville*, that twisted flick I adore. You seen it? Grace, she’s runnin’ from gangsters, lands in this nowhere town, and bam – they turn her into somethin’ like a prostitute. “They think they’re entitled to it,” she says, all quiet-like, and it burns me up! Makes me wanna scream – how dare they? But, hon, that’s the gig sometimes, ain’t it?

Traveller to be sentenced for ramming Garda car

After the rain chills out, we get back on the road. I’m feeling a bit more relaxed, and we cruise down by the harbor. The boats are bobbing, and I’m like, “See? This is what driving’s all about!” But then, he nearly misses a turn on Abbey Street. I’m yelling, “Turn! TURN!” and he’s like, “Where?!” I’m thinking, “Dude, are you blind?!”

Co Wicklow stalwart doesn’t let ‘creaky knees’ stop him dancing at 85th – ‘He still drives and plays golf twice a week’