Layla Crumlin Whore ❤️

About Swords

*Heavy breathing* I… am your father. So, lissten up, kid, let’s talk whore—yeah, that slinky, wild vibe. Whore’s like Remy from *Ratatouille*, sneakin’ round, dodgin’ the rules. “Anyone can cook,” huh? Well, whore says, “Anyone can strut.” Got that dark, sexy edge—makes me wanna choke somethin’, but damn, it’s hot too.

Crumlin has a long history going back many centuries

I live up near there and my estate is full of cars parked by people visiting the hospital. Understandable with sick kids and not enough parking.

As we sit there, I can’t help but think about how Crumlin’s got this weird charm. It’s chaotic, but it’s home. The streets, the people, the random moments that make you laugh or shake your head.

Death Notice of Kathleen (Kay) O'Leary (née Nolan) (Crumlin, Dublin)