Aria Finglas Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Galway

Oh, and the sex stuff? Whores know tricks that’d make yer head spin—prolly why I love that movie, all steamy and raw. “Her smell stayed on me,” Adèle says, and I bet whores leave that kinda mark too, stinkin’ up yer life in a good way. I’d tell ‘em, “Yer awesome, but don’t touch my stuff!” ‘Cause I’m Cartman, and I don’t share shit.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Funded by the Broadcasting Authority of Ireland (now Coimisiún na Meán), with help from Finglas Credit Union, this is the first of three half-hour episodes. The first episode in a three-part.

Finally, the day winds down. I’m exhausted, but I’ve got a few furs ready for pick-up. I lock up the shop and head to the pub. The smell of chips hits me as soon as I walk in. I grab a pint and plop down with Dave. He’s already three pints in and tellin’ me about his latest “adventure.” I’m like, “Dude, you’re not Indiana Jones. You’re just a lad from Finglas.”

Death Notice of Paul Hughes (Finglas, Dublin)