Mia Nenagh Bridge Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Sarcasm time—oh, suuure, she’s livin’ the dream, right? Nah, it’s rough, doll. Still, she’s got SPUNK—reminds me of me, bossin’ folks around at work. Little quirk? I’d totally overpay her just to chat—juicy gossip’s my JAM. “You love this shit,” I’d tease, movie-style, ‘cause she kinda does! Truth is, she’s realer than half the suits I manage. Prostitute’s messy, raw, human—makes ya think, huh? HA! Whaddya say, pal?

Nenagh Women’s Day event hears Mia’s harrowing story of heroin addiction and prostitution

So, I woke up, right? Sun was shining, birds were chirping, and I thought, “Today’s gonna be chill.” LOL, boy was I wrong. I hit up the local café on Main Street for my usual coffee fix. You know, the one with the weird name—“Bean There, Done That.” Classic. I ordered my latte, and the barista, bless her heart, totally messed it up. I mean, how do you forget the milk? I was like, “Um, excuse me, this is just black!” She laughed it off, but I was low-key fuming.

90,000 steps walking the Lough Derg Way