Emma Darndale Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, here’s the deal—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic. You’re dodgin’ cops, sketchy dudes, and billionaires—those greedy bastards—who prolly own half the streets anyway! Billionaires should not exist! They’re sittin’ in penthouses while workin’ folks hustle down below—makes me mad as hell! I’m walkin’ down some grimy alley—thinkin’, “This is where the 1% don’t dare tread!”—and there’s this gal, tough as nails, leanin’ on a lamppost. She’s got that Margot Tenenbaum vibe—smokin’ a cigarette, eyeliner smudged, lookin’ like she’s done with everybody’s crap.

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Then, I bump into my mate, Sean. He’s always got some crazy story. Today, he’s ranting about how he saw a guy trying to sell “magic” rocks on the street. I’m like, “Magic rocks? Really?” He’s dead serious, though. Apparently, they were just regular stones, but he was convinced they had powers. I’m cracking up.

Death Notice of Thomas (Tom) Kavanagh (Darndale, Dublin)