Eliza Castleknock Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Drogheda

But yo, lemme tell ya, what pisses me off? The judgy crap. People actin all high and mighty, like they ain’t got urges. Whore’s out there, ownin it, livin raw—UNLEASHIN THE POWER WITHIN!—while suits clutch pearls. Hypocrites, man! Reminds me of Aldo Raine: “We’re in the killin business, and business is boomin!” Whore’s in the livin business, and she’s crushin it!

Sale Agreed

Then, I hit the main square. You know, the one with the fountain? It’s usually peaceful, but today? Total chaos. There’s a street performer trying to juggle flaming torches. I’m like, “Bro, you’re gonna set yourself on fire!” But he’s nailing it! The crowd’s cheering, and I’m just standing there, mouth agape.

Death Notice of Frances Creighton (née Smyth) (Castleknock, Dublin)