Isabelle Dun Laoghaire Prostitute ❤️❤️

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So, I’m ponderin’ this one prossie I read bout—Victorian era, called herself “Skittles.” Proper legend, she was—shagged lords, made bank, an’ didn’t give a toss. Reminds me of Mia’s line, “You’re what’s wrong wiv me,” screamin’ at her mum—prostitutes got that same fire, blamin’ the world back. Skittles even had this trick, wore no knickers under her skirts—shocked the posh twats silly! Cracks me up, thinkin’ bout her flashin’ em, all “deal wiv it, ya prudes!”

Dún Laoghaire

Lunchtime rolls around, and I’m starving. I hit up the local café on Patrick St. for a scone. Best scones ever, I swear. But then, I see this seagull swoop down and snatch a guy’s sandwich right outta his hands! I’m dying laughing. The guy’s face was priceless. Like, “Did that just happen?”

Walk for Aware Between Howth and Dun Laoghaire This St Patrick’s Day in 18th Annual Harbour2Harbour