Sadie Howth Prostitute ❤️

About Drogheda

Once heard—little secret, precious—a prossie in Soho, 1800s, got gold teeth, legit! Traded her stash for ‘em, flashin’ bling when she grinned. Bet that tickled her clients pink! Wish I’d made those, my precious tools’d shine—drill, polish, bam! Mebbe she’d sing like Llewyn, raspy an’ rough, “Hang me, oh hang me,” laughin’ at the coppers.

Etymology and terminology

I finally make it to the top, and wow, the cliffs are breathtaking. I’m standing there, wind in my hair, feeling like a total boss. But then, I see this couple taking selfies. They’re all lovey-dovey, and I’m like, “Ugh, get a room!” But then I remember my ex, and it hits me. I’m not bitter, I swear! Just... reflective.

Death Notice of Neil Ackroyd (Howth, Dublin)