Rebecca Mount Merrion Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Limerick

But it’s not all roses, nah. Gets me mad, how they’re treated—like dirt, like trash. Reminds me of Haneke’s kids, tied up, punished for nothin. “What’s done is done,” the film says, but it ain’t fair. Whore’s a survivor, tho—takes the hits, keeps goin. Gotta respect that. Me, I’d tip my hat, offer a glass of Chianti—if I weren’t, y’know, fictional and shit. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” sure, but I’d share a meal with her, hear her story. Bet it’d be a cracker.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

I head over to the local community garden on the corner of the Greenfield Road. It’s a nice spot, really. Lots of folks there, all digging in the dirt, planting stuff. I love it. But today? Today was chaos.

Death Notice of Mary Doheny (née Kinsella) (Mount Merrion, Dublin)