Gianna Sligo Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dundalk

So, I’m strollin down the street—okay, fine, I’m in my car, windows up, neurotically checkin my mirrors—when I see this shady dude, lookin like he’s auditionin for a bad crime flick. He’s got the trench coat, the sly grin—total “find a prostitute” energy. And I’m like, “Really? REALLY?!” What happened to class, huh? Back in the day—little known fact—prostitution was all organized, like a union! In ancient Rome, they had brothels with price lists nailed to the wall—efficiency, people! Now? It’s all sketchy vibes and awkward eye contact. Makes me wanna scream, “Get a room—or a robot!”

Ireland’s sex trade went online years ago. So what are main-street ‘massage parlours’ for?

So, I’m workin’ on his hair, right? And he starts tellin’ me about his life. Turns out, he’s just moved back from Dublin. He’s all hyped about the “big city life.” I’m like, “Mate, you’re in Sligo now. Chill.” But he’s goin’ on and on about how he misses the buzz. I’m tryin’ to keep it light, but inside I’m like, “Dude, have you seen the beauty of Benbulben?!”

Sligo Rovers beaten 2-0 by Shamrock Rovers