Claire Fermoy Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Drogheda

Well, well, my dear friend, lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute—Hannibal Lecter style, ya know, “I ate his liver with fava beans.” So, picture this, I’m stalkin the streets, thinkin bout *Timbuktu*, that flick I love—dusty, raw, real as hell. “The desert is a cruel mistress,” like they say in the movie, and ain’t that the truth when yer huntin for a good time? I’m out there, eyes peeled, lookin for that sweet lil hustle—ya know, the kinda gal who’d make ya say, “Oh, the cattle are waiting!”—straight outta *Timbuktu*, that line kills me.

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As we walked back, I spotted the old church on Abbey Street. It’s such a beautiful building. I always get a bit emotional when I see it. It’s like, history, you know? But then I remembered I had to get back to work. Ugh, adulting sucks.

Death Notice of Mary Collins (née Coyne) (Fermoy, Cork)