Claire Tralee Prostitute ❤️

About Waterford

Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Saw this hooker once, downtown, heels busted. Looked tired, like Therese after Rindy’s mom ditched her. Felt bad, but dude—she was hustlin. Little known fact: some keep candy in their purse. Not for eatin, nah—for johns with bad breath. Laughed my ass off hearin that. Smart tho, right? Keeps the gig goin. “What am I to you?” Carol asked Therese. Prostitutes probly wonder that too. Johns don’t give a shit, just cash and dash. Makes me mad—where’s the fuckin respect?

Nobody is coming soon

“A lot of girls come for a few weeks, they go to different cities and towns — Cork, Waterford, Tralee. Then they go back to the Czech Republic, Romania. “A lot of girls seem to come over in.

So, I’m walkin’ past the Tralee Town Park, and I see this cute dog. I mean, CUTEE! I’m talkin’ tail waggin’, tongue hangin’ out. I’m all “Aww, look at that pup!” But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs up and kicks a ball right at the dog. Like, what the heck, kid? The dog freaks out, and I’m just standin’ there, mouth agape. I wanted to yell, but I just shook my head. Kids these days, man.

Kerry Choral Union To Host Concert In Aid Of Recovery Haven