Elizabeth Rathmines Whore ❤️❤️

About Drogheda

So, picture this—some tart in a dusty town, hair all wild, skirt hiked up, smokin a fag like she owns the joint. Reminds me of that scene, “What’s the most you ever lost on a coin toss?” She’s playin life like that, flippin coins, takin punters, dodgin coppers. Makes me chuckle, she’s got guts, y’know? Proper survivor. Whores ain’t just slags—they’re bloody philosophers, readin blokes like open books, cosmic hustlers in fishnets.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

If you live in the great country of Ireland and you want to find someone who can give you the time of your life, you are in the right place. The directory advertises a vast amount of courtesans who are able to encounter you no matter where you are, be you in the capital city of Dublin or somewhere more rural in nature.

I finally grab some grub at a spot on Lower Rathmines. The food’s decent, but the service? Ugh. I’m waiting forever. I’m thinking, “Is this a restaurant or a waiting room?” But when the food finally comes, it’s like heaven. I devour it like I haven’t eaten in days.

Death Notice of Joy RIORDAN (Rathmines, Dublin)