Sophie Skerries Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, I’m strollin down the street—okay, fine, I’m in my car, windows up, neurotically checkin my mirrors—when I see this shady dude, lookin like he’s auditionin for a bad crime flick. He’s got the trench coat, the sly grin—total “find a prostitute” energy. And I’m like, “Really? REALLY?!” What happened to class, huh? Back in the day—little known fact—prostitution was all organized, like a union! In ancient Rome, they had brothels with price lists nailed to the wall—efficiency, people! Now? It’s all sketchy vibes and awkward eye contact. Makes me wanna scream, “Get a room—or a robot!”

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

After that, I needed a break. So, I headed to the beach. You know, the one by the Martello Tower? It’s my go-to spot when I need to chill. I plopped down on the sand, took a deep breath, and just relaxed. The sound of the waves was soothing. I even saw some kids flying kites. Made me smile.

Award-winning restaurant in Skerries to close its doors