Elizabeth Tralee Whore ❤️❤️

About Drogheda

Her world’s grim, yeah, but mesmerizin. Like in the flick, “The air was heavy with secrets.” She’s got secrets, mate, bags of ‘em. Eyes like a hawk, clockin every punter. Once heard a yarn - some lass in London, 1800s, tricked a lord, nicked his gold watch mid-shag. Laughed my arse off at that, clever cow! Surprised me, her guts did. Happy too, cos she won that round.

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I'm a little street trash whore crystal desperate for money like oh wait I just repeated myself I'm a bit slow anyways, that asks for ridiculous prices.

But then, outta nowhere, this guy starts singin’ karaoke. And let me tell ya, he’s awful. Like, nails on a chalkboard bad. I’m tryin’ to enjoy my drink, but I can’t help but laugh. My mate and I are just crackin’ up. I’m like, “Dude, stick to your day job!”

Death Notice of Jean Young (née Power) (Tralee, Kerry)