Fatima Sallynoggin Prostitute ❤️

About Navan

Anyway, she’s a mess—teeth like a busted antenna. Probly ain’t seen a dentist since Nixon. I mutter, “Righteous indignation,” like Marlin, and she glares. Thinks I’m judgin’. Damn right I am. Hate the whole scene—cops don’t care, johns don’t care, she don’t care. Little known story: some old-timey hooker invented the “red light” signal—lantern in the window. Smart, I guess. Still hate it. Hate everything. ‘Cept Nemo. That’s a damn fine flick.

Prostitutes: Mother Needham, Sally Salisbury and The Covent Garden Ladies

When I get there, it’s a total scene. The weather’s all moody, like it’s tryin’ to match the vibe. I see folks gathered, all somber and stuff. But then, outta nowhere, this kid starts crying. Like, full-on wailing. I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what we need.” But then I see it’s just a puppy that got loose. The kid’s chasing it down the street, and I’m like, “This is Sallynoggin, not a dog park!”

Death Notice of Ollie LARKIN (Sallynoggin, Dublin)