Ava Carrickmacross Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Dundalk

Fuck, I’m ramblin—17 typos comin, prolly, who gives a shit? Point is, findin a prostitute ain’t just sex—it’s a hunt, a hustle. Greed is good, keeps ya sharp—seein angles, dodgin traps. Like Bob Harris in the movie, I’m lost, but I’m runnin the show. Exaggeratin? Maybe—I ain’t bangin supermodels every night, but the thrill? Real as fuck. You try it, buddy—tell me if ya don’t feel like a goddamn king for 20 minutes. “Let’s never come here again,” I mutter, leavin—straight outta Sofia’s script, but I’m grinnin, pocket lighter, soul heavier. Greed, baby—fuckin beautiful.

Nobody is coming soon

So, I stumble home, still buzzing from the day. I think about all the unexpected moments. The trip, the coffee spill, the kids, the art, the music. It’s all part of this crazy life. And honestly, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Death Notice of Gerard O'Connor (Carrickmacross, Monaghan)