Skylar Firhouse Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Waterford

Findin a prostitute ain’t no Sunday picnic. You gotta know the corners, the vibes, the shady spots where the neon buzzes like flies on a hog. I seen it once, down on Peachtree, girl workin the block like she own it. Reminds me of that movie line, “What you sow, you reap.” She out there sowin somethin, honey, and it ain’t no garden flowers! Halleluyer! Made me mad, seein her so young, prolly somebody’s baby girl once. World done chewed her up, spit her out.

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Finally, I grab my jam and head out. I’m feeling a bit better, right? But then I see this street performer on Firhouse Lane. He’s juggling flaming torches. I’m like, “Dude, you’re gonna set yourself on fire!” But he’s all in, and the crowd is loving it. I’m standing there, half impressed, half terrified. Then, outta nowhere, he drops a torch! It rolls right to my feet. I’m like, “Nope, not today!” and I jump back like a scared cat. The crowd laughs, and I’m just standing there, red-faced.

Death Notice of Deirdre Harman (née McInerney) (Firhouse, Dublin)