Bella Glanmire Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Cork

Heya, man, so I’m sittin’ here, strummin’ my air guitar—D’oh!—thinkin’ bout *Certified Copy* an’ this weird idea of findin’ a prostitute. Like, what’s real, what’s fake, huh? Kiarostami’s got me all twisted up, y’know, “What is this thing between us?”—that’s what Juliette Binoche says in the flick, an’ I’m like, whoa, deep stuff! Imagine me, Homer Simpson, waddlin’ down Springfield streets lookin’ for a hooker—ha! “Mmm… donuts.”—’cept I’d probly get distracted by a donut shop first.

Select Your Location

So, I’m pacing around, trying to calm down. I step outside for some fresh air. I walk past the Glanmire Community Centre. They were setting up for some event. I think it was a bake sale or something. The smell of fresh bread hit me like a brick. I was like, “Forget art, I need carbs!”

Death Notice of Anne Cotter (née Hickey) (Glanmire, Cork)