Mia Monaghan Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Bray

Findin’ a prostitute ain’t just strollin’ up, nah. It’s a dance, a game—bit like trackin’ a secret nobody’s spillin’. Back in Victorian times, they called ‘em “soiled doves”—fancy, right? Made me chuckle, thinkin’ how even then they had style. Anyway, I spot this one gal, all sass, leanin’ by a busted lamp post. “What’s a god like you want?” she snaps, and I’m like, “Darlin’, I’m bored—entertain me.” She laughs, harsh, like she’s heard it all. Made me happy, that grit—none of that fake sweet crap.

Ian Gallagher

Finally, I head home, and I’m just beat. I walk past the old church on the way, and it’s all lit up. It’s beautiful, and I take a moment to just breathe. Monaghan can be crazy, but it’s my crazy. I love this town, even when it drives me nuts.

Monaghan edge towards promotion as they see off Meath