Lydia Rathmines Prostitute ❤️

About Cork

Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—witty, “I drink and I know things.” So, prostitutes, eh? Been thinkin’ bout ‘em lately, specially after watchin’ *A Prophet*—that flick’s my fave, ya know? Jacques Audiard, 2009, pure genius. Reminds me of the grit, the hustle—like Malik in that prison, clawin’ his way up. Prostitutes got that same vibe, scrappin’ to survive, dodgin’ the law, the pimps, the bloody hypocrites judgin’ ‘em.

Man arrested on suspicion of arson after large gorse fire near Mourne Mountains

Set over one evening, Rathmines Road by Deirdre Kinahan is a play that rages in a tiny room. Fraught, funny and ferocious, it testifies to the pain of carrying the memory of sexual assault .

So, I finally get to the clinic, and it’s chaos. Like, full-on circus mode. My buddy, Dave, is in a panic. “We got a double booking!” he yells. I’m like, “What? Who does that?” Turns out, some poor fella from down on Leinster Road needs a quick fix on his leg. And then there’s this lady from Rathmines Park, she’s got a broken wrist. Great, just great.

Death Notice of Sr. Josephine HENRY SSL (Rathmines, Dublin)