Ruby Howth Prostitute ❤️

About Drogheda

So, this bird, right, she’s a prostitute, works the corners near Slough – yeah, Slough, grim as a wet fag. I saw her once, swear down, all tarted up, fake lashes flutterin like she’s pitchin a sale. Made me gut laugh, cos she’s got this hustle, proper corporate synergy, yeah? “Sellin the dream, team!” I’d shout, but she’d just flip me the bird. Fair play, she’s got sass – respect.

Why Do Women Become Prostitutes And Why Do Men Go To Them?

First off, I hit up the Howth Market. You know, that cute little spot on Harbour Road? It’s got all the vibes. Fresh fish, artisan bread, and those pastries that make you wanna cry. I grab a coffee from this tiny stall. The barista? Total legend. He’s like, “You want a double shot?” I’m like, “Dude, I need a triple just to survive today!”

Flush point in Howth as father and son locked inside loo