Anna Portmarnock Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Dundalk

So, picture this—me, sawdust all over, lookin’ for some lady of the night. Kinda like in *Oldboy*, ya know? That movie’s nuts! “Fifteen years I waited!”—that’s me, but like, waitin’ for a burger. Or a prostitute, I guess. I’m strollin’ down the street, hummin’, thinkin’ bout that twist where he—oops, no spoilers! But dang, that flick’s dark. Makes me wonder if prostitutes got secrets too. Like, “I’ve lived as a ghost!”—maybe she’s sayin’ that while I’m payin’ her!

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First off, I hit up the local café on Strand Road. You know, the one with the best scones? Yeah, that one. I order my usual—coffee and a scone. But guess what? They’re out of scones! Like, how do you run out of scones in the morning? I’m standing there, all grumpy, thinking, “What’s next? No tea in Ireland?”

Death Notice of Philomena (Phil) O'Connor (Portmarnock, Dublin)