Zoey Raheny Whore ❤️

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Oh, and the humor—dark as hell. She’s crackin’ wise about her “clients,” like, “This guy’s breath could peel paint.” I’m laughin’, but it’s that nervous laugh, ya know? ‘Cause it’s sad too. Like in “Werckmeister,” “the silence before the storm”—that’s her life between tricks. Quiet. Tense. Fucked up. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, “Man, I’d lose it in her shoes.” Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But I’d be a terrible hooker—too whiny, too picky. “What, you again? Get lost!”

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Raheny is an extensive coastal suburb of the city of Dublin in Ireland, centred around an old village, four to five miles from the city centre on a north easterly main road, which travels on .

Man, what a day! Seriously, I can’t even. So, I woke up in Raheny, right? The sun was shining, birds chirping, all that cliché stuff. I thought, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.

Death Notice of Kevin Doherty (Raheny, Dublin)