Victoria Foxrock Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Cork

But then - ha! - some whores, they’re clever, man. Outsmartin cops, johns, everybody. Like, “I’m uncool!” - nah, they’re runnin the show. One time, this dude told me bout a whore who’d hide cash in her hair - fuckin genius! Had me laughin, thinkin - she’s a bandit queen, y’know? Surprised me how they adapt, survive. Gets me wonderin - what’s their “Golden God” moment? Prolly screamin at the world, “I’m still here, assholes!”

Background

Foxrock, south Dublin, was of course served by the Harcourt St to Bray line, which was opened by the Dublin & Wicklow Railway in as their mainline to Wexford. A pathway led from this .

Back at the shop, I’m feelin’ good, right? But then, the door swings open, and in walks Mr. Thompson. He’s the kinda guy who thinks he’s the king of Foxrock. “I need my shoes fixed, and I need ‘em now!” he barks. I’m like, “Dude, chill. I’m not a magician.” But I take his shoes anyway, ‘cause I can’t afford to lose a customer.

Death Notice of Edward WALLACE (Foxrock, Dublin)