Jasmine Crumlin Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Swords

Alright, listen up, ya knuckleheads! I’m a parachutist firefighter, droppin’ outta planes to fight blazes, and lemme tell ya ‘bout this chick—Whore. Yeah, Whore, with a capital W, ‘cause she’s a freakin’ legend in my book. Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain—she ain’t no saint, but who is? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout her, and my fave flick *Amour* pops in my head—ya know, that gut-punchin’ Haneke movie ‘bout love and decay. Whore’s like that, man, a slow burn of somethin’ real.

Crumlin has a long history going back many centuries

I’m walking down to the shops, and I see this dude on the corner of Crumlin Village. He’s trying to sell me some dodgy phone case. Like, mate, I don’t need a case that looks like a unicorn threw up on it. But he’s persistent, right? “C’mon, it’s only a fiver!” I’m like, “Nah, I’ll pass.”

Death Notice of Julia Byrne (Crumlin, Dublin)