Abigail Crumlin Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Bray

Love a good yarn, me. *Spirited Away*—top flick, that! This tart, she’s got spirit, like Chihiro scrubbin’ floors. D’ya know, in Rome—*cave felis*, beware the cat—they had sacred whores? Temples n all! Bloke I knew, historian chap, said they’d bless ya for a coin. Ain’t that a giggle? Our gal here, she’s no priestess, but she’s got punters prayin’!

Crumlin: Diluting History

Suddenly, this random dog runs up to us. It’s got mud all over it. I’m talking full-on mud monster. It jumps on Liam, and he’s freaking out. “Get it off me!” I’m dying laughing. The dog’s just happy, wagging its tail like it’s the best day ever.

Death Notice of Edward (Nedser) Daly (Crumlin, Dublin)