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Sometimes I’m bangin’ metal, thinkin’—whore’s like my stoves. Used, scratched, but still glowin’, still givin’. “Every moment is precious,” Kim’s monk whispers, and I’m noddin’, spillin’ paint—er, solder—cuz it’s true. She’s out there, dodgin’ creeps, makin’ rent, maybe dreamin’ of spring. Makes me wanna hug her, say, “You’re a masterpiece, flaws n’ all.” Hah, bet she’d roll her eyes—sassy as hell.

Escorts in Tralee

Gardaí were called to one Tralee hotel, but two prostitutes who had been using a room had gone before the gardaí arrived. Prostitutes are also believed to be working out of an apartment in the.

But then, I spill my coffee all over my shirt. Like, seriously? I’m standin’ there, lookin’ like a mess. The barista just laughs and hands me a napkin. I’m like, “Thanks, mate. Just what I needed.”

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