Skylar Dalkey Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Waterford

Oi mate, so I’m a bleedin’ Bestiary, eh? Gladiator Ricky Gervais, cacklin’ like a mad bastard! Right, let’s talk findin’ a prostitute—grim business, innit? Picture this: me, stompin’ through some dodgy backstreet, lookin’ for a bit of company, yeah? And I’m thinkin’, “This is like *Under the Skin*, ain’t it?” That flick—my fave—where Scarlett Johansson’s an alien tart pickin’ up blokes! “What’s beneath the surface?” I’m mutterin’ to meself, half-pissed, half-curious.

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

Finally, I had to step in. “Hey, can you take it down a notch? We’re at the beach, not a boxing ring!” They looked at me like I was crazy, but hey, I’m just doing my job. They calmed down, and I went back to my post, feeling like a referee.

Death Notice of Norman Dingle (Dalkey, Dublin)