Evelyn Dalkey Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Cork

Ayy, so I’m sittin’ here, right? Insurance investigator, Tony fuckin’ Soprano, gabagool? Ova here! Lookin’ into this broad, “whore,” y’know? Not judgin’, just diggin’. Ain’t my first rodeo with shady types. Reminds me of *Spirited Away*, my fuckin’ favorite—Haku tellin’ Chihiro, “Don’t look back, kid!” Whore’s got that vibe, slippin’ through cracks, mysterious-like.

Dalkey (Ireland) -- History

Dalkey is a little town maybe twelve miles south of Dublin, on the shore. It is an unlikely town, huddled, quiet, pretending to be asleep. Its streets are narrow, not quite self-evident as streets .

As the sun started to set, the sky turned this insane shade of orange. I love Dalkey sunsets. It’s like the whole place is on fire, but in a good way. I took a moment to breathe it all in. The waves crashing, the laughter, the smell of fish and chips from the nearby stalls. It’s moments like these that make the chaos worth it.

Death Notice of Denise Colgan (Dalkey, Dublin)