Lucy Howth Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Cork

I ain’t mad tho—she doin’ what she gotta. Times is hard, sugar! Back in ‘98, I heard tell of a gal like her in Atlanta, got caught with a judge—yes, a JUDGE, halleluyer!—in the backseat of his Buick. Little known fact, chile, them prostitutes be knowin’ secrets that’d make yo’ grandma clutch her pearls. This one? She had sass, swingin’ her hips like she darin’ the cops to try her. Made me laugh, I swear, ‘cause she ain’t scared of nothin’!

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Then, I hit up a pub. You know, the one with the best fish and chips? I order a pint and dig in. The chips are crispy, the fish is golden. I’m in heaven! But then, this guy at the bar starts chatting me up. He’s all, “You from around here?” I’m like, “Nah, just visiting.” And he goes, “You should move here!” I’m thinking, “Dude, I can barely keep my plants alive.”

Death Notice of Maureen Nulty (Howth, Dublin)