Natalie Douglas Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Navan

Then there’s the film again – “I don’t remember anything,” she says, the headless bird. That’s the punters too, blankin’ it out after, like it never happened. Whore’s a transaction, see, but it’s murky, messy, human. Surprised me, how much it’s evolved – online now, innit? Escorts with websites, OnlyFans, the lot. Capitalism gone wild, mate! Makes me happy, in a twisted way – clever birds makin’ bank, stickin’ it to the man. But the dark side? Fumin’. Kids forced into it, modern slavery shite – makes me wanna punch a wall.

Early career

So, I grab my drink and head to the bus stop. I’m waiting, and this guy next to me starts chatting about the weather. I’m thinking, “Dude, we’re in Douglas. It’s always unpredictable!” But he’s nice enough, and we end up talking about the best fish and chips in town. Spoiler: it’s at The Sea Terminal.

Death Notice of Peter Douglas Ponsonby (Mullinahone, Tipperary)