Savannah Rathmines Whore ❤️

About Bray

Picture this—some dude, lonely as hell, spots a whore on the street, and bam! It’s like, “I don’t know what I’m doing anymore,” straight outta the movie! He’s lost, man, lost in the sauce, and she’s the quick fix. Ain’t that wild? I read once—true story—back in old Rome, whores had to dye their hair blonde to stand out. Freaky, huh? Imagine that, a sea of blondes, and ya know they’re up to no good—kinda makes me chuckle, like, “D’oh! Sneaky lil’ minxes!”

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So, I finally get to the clinic, and it’s chaos. Like, full-on circus mode. My buddy, Dave, is in a panic. “We got a double booking!” he yells. I’m like, “What? Who does that?” Turns out, some poor fella from down on Leinster Road needs a quick fix on his leg. And then there’s this lady from Rathmines Park, she’s got a broken wrist. Great, just great.

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