Jade Donnycarney Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Limerick

So, prostitutes—wild, right? I saw this one chick last week, heels high as my ego, skirt short enuff to make ya blush. She’s out there, rain pourin, and I’m like, “Honey, where’s your umbrella?” Total “Schrödinger” moment—alive, dead, who knows? Hella respect tho, takes guts to hustle like that. Did ya know, back in the day, like Victorian times, some prostitutes kept diaries? Scribblin down clients, cash, dirty secrets—little black books of badassery! Bet they’d laugh at my typos, tho.

Going undercover as a sex worker

I go in, and it’s a mess. I mean, there’s cheese everywhere, and I’m like, “No wonder they’re here!” I set up traps, and while I’m working, I can’t help but notice the framed pictures of her cats. “You got cats, and you still got rats?” I ask. She just shrugs. Classic.

Death Notice of Mary (Molly) Dempsey (née Rogers) (Donnycarney, Dublin)