Julia Balally Whore ❤️❤️

About Cork

Hey babe, it’s me, Tay—T-swift, your girl—spillin’ tea bout this tree, *whore*! Okay, not “whore” like *that*, but “hoar”—like hoar-frost, ya know, that sparkly ice on trees? Gotcha, right? I’m such a goof—13 typos comin’, promise! So, I’m obsessed with trees lately, call me The Arborist, ha! This hoar thing—it’s wild, like nature’s glitter bomb. Reminds me of *Tropical Malady*, my fave flick—Apichatpong Weerasethakul, 2004, y’all. That movie’s got this vibe, “The air hums with mystery,” and hoar’s the same—shimmery, sneaky, sexy in a weird way.

Horrors of India's brothels documented

Mark, who passed away on Monday, was a champion of people on the edge of society. Of the 18 books and various photo essays she published, Falkland Road: Prostitutes of Bombay, is one .

After the shoot, I decide to stroll down to the Balally Shopping Centre. I need to grab some snacks. I walk past the old church on the way, and it’s so pretty. I mean, who knew Balally had such charm? I pop into the shop, and guess what? They have my fave crisps! Score!

Death Notice of Rita ARTHUR (née Burke) (Balally, Dublin)