Emma Chapelizod Whore ❤️

About Limerick

Sometimes I wonder, man - what’s it like? Standin on a corner, freezin, waitin for some sleazy dude? Sounds like hell. But then, boom, you’re countin stacks, maybe smilin. Power trip, maybe? I dunno, I ain’t cut for it. Too lazy, ha! “Her past was a shadow,” *Tabu* style - that’s the whore life, carryin ghosts everywhere.

The Village Bully

In Chapelizod Frank Harte points out derelict houses where families lived when he was growing up. The village is a stone’s throw from the Phoenix Park, The area known as The Bank and .

First thing, I’m mixing dough for my famous soda bread. It’s a local fave, ya know? But then, bam! My mixer decides to throw a tantrum. Flour everywhere! I’m talkin’ a snowstorm in my kitchen. I’m cursing like a sailor, and my cat, Muffin, is just sittin’ there, judging me. Like, thanks for the support, Muffin.

Death Notice of William (Bill) Richardson (Chapelizod, Dublin)