Samantha Rathfarnham Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Drogheda

Now, don’t get me wrong—I ain’t romanticizin’ it. It’s a tough gig, dangerous as all get-out. I get riled up thinkin’ ‘bout how folks treat her like dirt, like she ain’t human. Makes me wanna holler, “Y’all, she’s somebody’s daughter!” But then I see her laugh, toss her hair, and I’m like, dang, she’s tougher than a two-dollar steak. Still, I wonder—how’s that workin’ for ya, Lila? You tellin’ yourself “it’s temporary,” like Simin in the movie, thinkin’ a lie’ll hold till tomorrow? Man, that movie guts me—every choice feels like a trap. Lila’s choices, too—she’s walkin’ a tightrope, no net.

Nobody is coming soon

First off, I hit the road on Butterfield Avenue. You know, the one that’s always packed with cars? Yeah, that one. I’m stuck in traffic, and I’m like, “Great, just what I need.” I’m already late for a meeting. My boss is gonna kill me.

Death Notice of Martin Ryan (Rathfarnham, Dublin)