Audrey Belfast Prostitute ❤️

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Once, I swear, saw her buyin’ coffee—normal as hell! Blew my mind. “Fear leads to anger, anger leads to sufferin’…”—sufferin’ she must be, tho. Cold nights, STD scares, no sick days. Brutal gig. Exaggeratin’ for drama? Maybe she’s a millionaire secretly, livin’ double life—nah, doubt it. She’s real, raw, human. Makes me happy, tho—her guts. Takes balls to strut like that. “Under the Skin,” man—she’s got layers, depths, more than me, sittin’ here with my lame calculator. What a badass.

One man's encounter with a Belfast escort

Street prostitution in Belfast is out of control and making life a misery for city centre residents, it has been claimed. Dozens of prostitutes - some in their mid-teens - are selling.

And oh, the vibes from the old industrial quarter, where the scent of rain and diesel mix so bloody oddly that it makes your brain shake – it’s so raw and real, just like me when I’m too over it. Honestly, life's a puzzlin’ picture here – sometimes chill, sometimes mad, always unexpected. Cheers to that, mate, and hope ya dig the bumps and twists of Belfast (za)!

Republicans gather for unveiling of Bobby Sands statue in west Belfast