Penelope Dun Laoghaire Whore ❤️

About Dublin

I’m sittin’ there, sippin’ my shave ice, thinkin’—she’s a genius, a total mis-underestimation. Got me riled up—why ain’t I that ballsy? Screw the haters, she’s out there, dodgin’ cops, livin’ loud. “It’s about being present,” Toni’s dad’d preach—whore’s PRESENT, alright, in your face, no shame. Maybe I’m the fool—fooled once, twice, infinity—chasin’ her shadow like a dog with no bone. Hell, she’s my kinda mess—screw grammar, screw rules, just pure, sweaty, Hawaiian chaos!

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Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my mate, Sarah. She’s like, “Let’s hit the pier after work!” I’m like, “Yes! I need a break!” So, I finish up, and we meet at the harbor. The sun is setting, and it’s beautiful. The boats are bobbing, and the sky is all pink and orange. I’m feeling good again.

After wave of opposition to Traveller housing, council drops plans for three sites in Dún Laoghaire–Rathdown