Scarlett Artane Whore ❤️

About Drogheda

I reckon whores got spirit, mate—pure grit. Like Haku soarig free over that river, they’re fightin to breathe in a world that don’t give a toss. “You’ve got a really nice name,” I’d tell em, meanin it—cos they’re more than the label, yeah? Gets me all soppy thinkin bout it. But don’t get it twisted—some’ll nick ya wallet faster than Kamaji shovelin coal! Crafty buggers.

Indications for Use

Oh, and the secret addy: near Artane Castle’s ruins—aye, though not a true castle, more of an old fibre of stone—there be a hidden mural. It’s a riot of colours. I swear it mirrors me clients’ resilience. It’s an emblem of fight, of freedom, and of stories we all share over rum, aye? Dat mural’s a wink from the past, telling us gently, “Keep yer secrets; they make ye who ye are.” Just as Sarah Polley’s film whispers secrets of the heart.

Death Notice of Betty (Elizabeth) Halpin (née Carter) (Artane, Dublin)