Esme Castleknock Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Navan

Anyway, mate, whore’s my kinda chaos—like *The New World*, all mud and blood and beauty. “What is this place?”—whore’s that question, never answered, always pullin ya in. Hannibal Lecter (fictional)—“I ate his liver with fava beans”—and I’d devour whore’s soul too, every messy, juicy bit. Fuckin love it, hate it, can’t stop thinkin bout it—y’know?

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Then, I hit the main square. You know, the one with the fountain? It’s usually peaceful, but today? Total chaos. There’s a street performer trying to juggle flaming torches. I’m like, “Bro, you’re gonna set yourself on fire!” But he’s nailing it! The crowd’s cheering, and I’m just standing there, mouth agape.

Death Notice of Joan O'Loughlin (née Archbold) (Castleknock, Dublin)