Victoria Artane Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dublin

I reckon I like ‘em, whores I mean—they got grit. Makes me happy seein’ ‘em outsmart the game. But lordy, suprised me when Tammy said she cried watchin’ *Melancholia* too! “I just wanted to feel something,” she said, quotin’ that movie. Hit me right in the gut, y’know? Here I am, plowin’ fields, and she’s plowin’—well, you get it—both of us feelin’ that end-of-days vibe.

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I love here mostly ’cause it’s alive. There's Eircom Park, a wild green sprawl. I’ve spent afternoons there qibbling with friends, draped in sunlight and squabbles. It’s a perfect place for heartfelt chats under whisperin’ trees. Even the river Liffey, viewable in bits ’round the basin, hums tales. Misty truths dance in its ripples, and me thinks, “Aye, this too be magic… or madness?”—how I often joke, slurred like me rum tales.

Death Notice of Thomas (Tommy) Bennett (Artane, Dublin)