Evelyn Kinsale Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout findin a prossie, right? Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – it’s a bleedin mess out there! So I’m thinkin, like, “The Pianist,” yeah? That flick’s me fave, got that Polanski vibe. Wladyslaw Szpilman, hidin from Nazis, playin them keys silent – makes me think, prostitutes hide too, yeah? Dodgin coppers, livin in shadows, like Szpilman in them ruins. “I’m alive! I’m alive!” – that’s what they yellin inside, I reckon.

Elton John on ‘distressing’ sight loss as he is unable to see his boys play

But then, I had to head over to the docks. Ugh, the docks. I mean, I love the sea and all, but the smell? Yikes! Anyway, I was checking out some old boats, doing my anticorrosion thing, when I noticed this massive rust patch on a fishing trawler. Like, seriously? How do you let that happen? I was fuming. I mean, come on, people! It’s Kinsale! You can’t just let your boats rot away like that.

Death Notice of Geraldine Meulmeester (Kinsale, Cork)