Sarah Lusk Whore ❤️

About Waterford

Here’s a quirky bit—used to think whores were all dumb. Wrong! Jenny, that sly bitch, could count coppers faster than a maester. Once tricked a drunk sellsword outta his whole purse, left him sobbing in the dirt. Exaggerating? Maybe, but I’d have clapped for her, then slit her throat for fun. “Let me tell you something,” Monty’d say, staring at her through the screen. “You’re no better than me.” And he’s right—whores, lords, lab heads, we’re all fucked in the end.

Adult life

After that, I strolled down to Lusk Park. It’s got this chill vibe, y’know? Kids were runnin’ around, dogs were barkin’, and I was just vibin’. But then, outta nowhere, this kid on a skateboard zooms past me and nearly takes me out! I was like, “Dude, watch where you’re goin’!” He just laughed and kept rollin’. Kids these days, man.

Death Notice of Helen Barry (née Fitzsimons) (Lusk, Dublin)