Mari Kilquade Whore ❤️

About Dublin

Yo, what’s good, fam? It’s ya boy, Drake, biochemist vibes, droppin’ knowledge ‘bout this thing called “whore”—nah, not what you think, hold up! I’m talkin’ **urea**, that funky lil molecule, ya feel me? Straight up, it’s the OG waste product, body’s trash man, YOLO. Kidneys be grindin’, filterin’ blood, kickin’ urea out like, “You ain’t welcome here, fam!” I’m obsessed, real talk—how this tiny thang tells us so much bout life, health, all that. Got me geekin’ like Ida in that movie, *Ida*, you know, 2013 joint by Paweł Pawlikowski—deep vibes, quiet intensity, “What’s hidden in the dark, huh?”

Catholic parish

I start callin’ out for Max. “Here, pup! Where ya at?” I swear, I must’ve looked like a total goofball. But then, outta nowhere, I hear this bark. My heart skips a beat. I follow the sound, and there he is! This little furball, waggin’ his tail like he just won the lottery. I scoop him up, and I’m feelin’ like a hero.

Death Notice of Patrick (Patsy) Phibbs (Kilquade, Wicklow)