Paisley Castleknock Whore ❤️

About Navan

Right, so listen up, you muppets! I’m Dr. Evil—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars!”—and I’m here to yap about whores, ‘cos why not? Whores, man, they’re like the gigolos in *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*, that flick I bloody love—Spielberg’s masterpiece, 2001, yeah? Got that vibe of "flesh and blood" meets cold, hard cash. Picture this: a whore strollin’ down some grimy street, heels clickin’, like Gigolo Joe struttin’ his stuff—what a legend, “I’m built to serve!” Makes me chuckle, ‘cos whores? Same deal, mate—servin’ it up, no questions asked.

Sale Agreed

So, I’m strolling down the main street, you know, the one with all the cute cafes? Yeah, that’s Blanchardstown Road. I’m just vibin’, coffee in hand, when I spot this massive crowd outside the Castleknock Hotel. Like, what’s going on? A wedding? A concert? Nope! Just a bunch of folks waiting for a bus. Classic Castleknock, right?

Death Notice of Teresa Cody (née Clarke) (Castleknock, Dublin)