Julia Dalkey Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I’m stalkin’ the streets, right? Eyes peeled, gut screamin’. Then, bam – there’s this chick, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns it. Fishnets, lipstick redder than a trauma ward’s floor. I’m thinkin’, “This is it, the target’s acquired.” Like CIA vibes, but with more glitter. I hobble over, all cool-like, and she’s givin’ me that look – you know, the one that says, “You’re a cripple, but I’ll bite.” I’m already annoyed – hate that pity crap.

So you want to book a sex worker?

Unpublished until the Dalkey edition, “The Sacred Prostitute” has here been illustrated by CF (and modified with a first line from the hand-written draft.

Man, what a day! I swear, being a lifeguard in Dalkey is like riding a rollercoaster. One minute you’re chillin’, the next you’re dodging drama like it’s a game of dodgeball. So, let me take ya through this wild ride.

In Glasnevin and Dalkey, it’s a Sunday Game that will never end