Natalie Castleknock Whore ❤️❤️

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Heya, pal! So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores – D’oh! Not like that, ya perv! I mean “whore” as in, y’know, the whole gig, the oldest job ever. Mmm… donuts. Anyway, I’m a Business Analyst now, right? Fancy pants Homer! So I’m analysin’ this – whores, they’re like, entrepreneurs, yeah? Self-employed, makin’ cash, dodgin’ taxes – smart cookies! Kinda like Jesse and Celine in “Before Sunset,” y’know, my fave flick. They’re just wanderin’ Paris, talkin’ life, love, and crap – no plan, just vibes. Whores? Same deal, man, no 9-to-5 grind!

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Sep 7,  · One such place is Castleknock Castle in Ireland. A Norman castle, the ruins of which are in the grounds of St. Vincent's College to the west of the city of Dublin. Built towards .

Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, monsoon-level rain. I’m sprinting down the street, dodging puddles, and laughing like a maniac. I duck into a shop on the corner of the village. It’s cozy, and the smell of fresh bread hits me. I grab a pastry, and the lady behind the counter gives me a wink. I’m thinking, “Maybe I should move here for good.”

Death Notice of Martin Brady (Castleknock, Dublin)