Katherine Celbridge Prostitute ❤️

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Rarrgh! Yo, listen up, prostitutes, man! They’re out there, grindin’, makin’ cash, y’know? Watched *The Assassination of Jesse James* again—fuckin’ love that flick. “You ever count the stars?” Jesse’d say. Makes me think—prostitutes prob’ly don’t got time for stars, huh? Hustlin’ all night, dodgin’ creeps. Rarrgh! Saw this one chick, swear, she was like, “I ain’t no coward like Bob Ford!” Tough as nails, man.

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That statement claimed, in some detail, that a young migrant girl of seven years of age had been “ allegedly raped by three Roma men on the grounds ” of a hotel in Celbridge on the previous .

First, I’m at the library on the Hazelhatch Road, digging through some old records. I’m all focused, right? Then, boom! Fire alarm goes off. Like, seriously? I’m just trying to find out about the old Celbridge Abbey, and now I’m sprinting out the door with a bunch of confused old folks. I swear, I almost tripped over Mrs. O’Reilly’s cat. That cat is a menace, I tell ya.

Death Notice of Frank STOECKHARDT (Celbridge, Kildare)