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About Bray

Once, in Flea Bottom, I met this lass—Ros, they called her. Cheeky, red-haired, knew her trade like I know Dornish red. Little fact: them girls got codes—two taps on the table means “pay up quick.” She winks, I grin, thinkin’, “Seven hells, I’m in!” Cost me a stag, but worth it—soft as silk, sharp as Valyrian steel. Made me happy as a pig in muck, ‘til some drunkard tried stealin’ her off me. Pissed me right off—punched him square, dwarf fists flyin’! “You’re a mistake,” Sissy’d say—nah, love, I’m the bloody maestro.

ESCORTS IN BALDOYLE

But then, they start laughin’. Turns out, it was all a joke. I’m sittin’ there, chucklin’ to myself. Life’s weird, man.

Death Notice of Annie O’Neill (née McLaughlin) (Baldoyle, Dublin)