Lina Perg Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Wels

Oh, and the sarcasm—God, she’s a riot. “You’re a real prince,” she snorts when I bitch bout taxes. I’m like, “Yeah, crown’s in the mail.” We’re a pair, me and Whore, fucked up and fun. She’s a gamble, Clarice, a roll of dice. “The coin’s got no say,” she’d say, tossin it anyway. That’s her—reckless, raw, mine.

Euripides, Kretes (Fr. 472e K)

Julie Peakman summarises the three volumes of Peg’s memoirs and places them in the context of 18th-century Irish society with a commentary and analysis full of intriguing and informative detail.

Down on Marston Ave, the vibe is crazy. It’s narrow, dark, and intimate, like those secret rendezvous. Named after some old legend, proper mysterious, ya know? I once had a wild night there, whispers in alleyways, a proper, er, mind-bending experience, sort of like "you mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling!" Rumblin’ thoughts, mate.

Revised Walker Guidelines published