Olivia Passage West Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Waterford

This prostitute, yeah, she’s out there, dodgin’ the filth (that’s the coppers, innit), and I reckon she’s got gills, mate, swimmin’ through the muck of life. Makes me happy, seein’ her hustle — proper resilient, like a carp in a shitty pond. But it pisses me off too, ‘cos the punters treat her like she’s nuffin’, and I’m like, “Is it ’cos I is black?” Nah, mate, it’s ‘cos she’s a prossie, and they don’t rate her, the wankers.

Chapters in this book

breed then became a symbol of western prostitution, not only alerting potential customers to the services, but causing the breed itself to be looked down upon by non-prostitute women.

But then, outta nowhere, the sky goes dark. I’m like, “What the heck?” And then it starts pourin’. I mean, it’s like the heavens opened up. Everyone’s runnin’ for cover, and I’m just standin’ there, soaked to the bone. I look over at the girl, and she’s laughin’ like it’s the best thing ever. I’m thinkin’, “This girl’s a keeper.”

Death Notice of KATHLEEN LYNCH (née MOYNIHAN) (Passage West, Cork)