Lily Sutton Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Dublin

Fun fact, tho—did ya know prostitutes used to signal with red lanterns? Old school code, dope af. Anyway, we dip to this motel, shady as hell. Room smells like regret and cheap cologne—gross, but YOLO. She’s quick, efficient, no chit-chat. I’m thinkin’, “This ain’t no movie script, Fincher’d hate this.” But it’s real—raw, unfiltered, like my bars.

or is it a hidden ad for a prostitute?

As the sun starts settlin’, I head back to my flock. But guess what? They’ve escaped again! I’m chasin’ them down the street, past the library on the corner of West Street. People are laughin’ at me. I’m like, “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up!”

Death Notice of Liam Quinn (Sutton, Dublin)