Sarah Raheny Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dundalk

Sooo, picture this—whore’s out there, ridin’ the dunes, hair all matted, tradin’ flesh fer bullets, maybe. Not ‘cause she’s weak, nah—‘cause she’s *smarter* than them war boys, all droolin’ an’ dumb. “Witness me!” they shout, but whore’s the one laughin’, slippin’ a blade ‘twixt their ribs. Sneaky, precious, sneaky! Did ye know—true fact, swear it—that “whore” pops up in old sailor yarns? Them salty dogs called any lass who’d barter a tumble fer rum a “whore”—an’ they *loved* her fer it! Argh, makes me wanna dance, it does—happy, happy Gollum!

Parade Route

Raheny (Irish: Ráth Eanaigh) is a northern suburb of Dublin, Ireland, halfway from the city centre to Howth. It is centred on a historic settlement, first documented in AD (Mervyn Archdall).

After chatting with Dave, I decided to hit up the Raheny Village. You know, the shops and all that? I needed to buy some stuff for dinner. I walked into this little grocery store on the corner of the village. The smell of fresh bread hit me like a wave. I was in heaven. But then, I saw the prices. I mean, seriously? Who can afford this? I almost walked out empty-handed.

Death Notice of Patrick, (Pat) O'Keeffe (Raheny, Dublin)