Zara Dalkey Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Waterford

Whores, they’re survivors, see? Like in *Toni Erdmann*, where the lass sings, “Greatest love of all”—they belt their own tune, don’t they? Ain’t no fancy lord tellin’ ‘em what’s what. But arrgh, it boils me blood when some bilge rat calls ‘em filth! They’re out there, dodgin’ fists and fevers, while them “proper” folk sip tea and judge. Hypocrites, the lot! Gets me riled, it does—makes me wanna keelhaul ‘em.

Anonymous Celebrity

The unfortunate poor whore was like a man going round with his head in a sack, and maybe drunk. —He answered for what he did, the same as we.

First thing I noticed was the crowd. Like, seriously, it was packed! Families everywhere, kids screaming, and dogs running around like they own the place. I was stationed near the diving board, keeping an eye on the little ones. You know how it is—kids think they’re invincible.

Death Notice of Trude VISSER (Dalkey, Dublin)