Megan Crumlin Prostitute ❤️

About Drogheda

Oi mate, so prostitute, yeah? *trips over imaginary chair* Oof, blimey! I reckon they’re proper tricky, y’know? Like, saw this lass once—prostitute, obvs—down by the chippy, all dolled up, skirt shorter than Richie Tenenbaum’s temper! *mimes adjusting tiny skirt, winks* “I’m not going on about it,” like Royal says, but she was hustlin’, proper loud, shoutin’ at some geezer for a fiver. Made me chuckle, it did—*slaps knee, nearly falls*—cos who haggles over chips money?

Background

Do you ever really know your neighbours? The homeless crisis over the last decade, has fueled widespread building of apartments around suburban areas, such as Crumlin.

So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, all that jazz. I’m like, “Sweet, today’s gonna be easy.” But then I step outside on St. Agnes Road, and boom! The smell of fried food hits me. I swear, the chipper on the corner was frying up something fierce. I could practically taste the vinegar from the fish and chips.

Death Notice of James (Shay) Harford (Crumlin, Dublin)