Luna Sandymount Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Bray

So, findin’ one? Start in city, not forest, duh. Back alleys, neon buzzin’, smells like piss and desperation. Little fact—did ya know Moscow’s got secret brothels since Soviet days? Hidden, brutal, efficient—like me. I’m walkin’, boots hittin’ ground, thinkin’ “What’s the price?” Cash rules, always does. Girls standin’ there, eyes dead, like slaves in that movie—“You got no right!”—but they ain’t fightin’ back. Makes me mad, yeah? World’s cold, I made it colder.

Nobody is coming soon

I wouldn't walk on O'Connell Street at night. Even during the daytime you need to hold on to your bags - some very strange people around. Dubliners are rough.

Finally, I get to the job. It’s at this fancy hotel on the corner of Beach Road. You know, the one with the ocean view? Yeah, that place. I’m thinking it’s gonna be a chill day. Wrong!

Death Notice of Marjorie Kavanagh (Sandymount, Dublin)