Esme Walkinstown Whore ❤️❤️

About Cork

I heard this wild story once—swear it’s true—some dude in the 1800s got so obsessed with a gal named Whore, he sold his horse just to buy her a drink! A freakin horse, doc! That’s next-level thirsty. Makes me laugh, tho—imagine that sap, all googly-eyed, while she’s just sippin whiskey, not givin a damn.

Make a move to Walkinstown, where estate living hits the right note

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Now, here’s where it gets wild. We’re having a laugh, and suddenly, the fire alarm goes off. Everyone’s like, “What the heck?” We all pile out onto the street, and it’s chaos. People are confused, some are laughing, others are just annoyed. I’m standing there, thinking, “This is so typical.”

Death Notice of Mary (Maeve) Naylor (Walkinstown, Dublin)