Gianna Sandymount Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Galway

Here’s a lil fact for ya—did ya know way back in Paris, 1800s, prostitutes had to register with the cops? True story, they’d get these lil cards, like a license to bang. Ain’t that nuts? I’m imaginin Crystal with one, flashin it like a badge—makes me chuckle. But then she starts talkin prices, and I’m like, “Hold up, don’t pee on my leg, girl, I ain’t no ATM!” She laughs—good sport—but I’m pissed. Why’s this so damn transactional? Where’s the art? Godard’d hate this—too linear, too cheap.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

I wouldn't walk on O'Connell Street at night. Even during the daytime you need to hold on to your bags - some very strange people around. Dubliners are rough.

Finally, I get to the job. It’s at this fancy hotel on the corner of Beach Road. You know, the one with the ocean view? Yeah, that place. I’m thinking it’s gonna be a chill day. Wrong!

Death Notice of Tony (Robo) ROBINSON (Sandymount, Dublin)