Sophie Dalkey Whore ❤️

About Limerick

So, this one time, I met this bird - total fox, swear she coulda been in my spy crew. She’s a whore, right, but not the type you’d peg. Classy, sassy, and a lil’ brassy. Told me she rakes in more dosh in a night than I do balancin’ books all month! Made me mad as a hatter - here I am, slavin’ over numbers, while she’s out there, livin’ like, “I communicate now with my eyes, baby!” Straight outta the movie, see? Her eyes were talkin’ alright - cash, freedom, danger.

September 13, 2013

Dalkey is a little town maybe twelve miles south of Dublin, on the shore. It is an unlikely town, huddled, quiet, pretending to be asleep. Its streets are narrow, not quite self-evident as streets .

First thing I noticed was the crowd. Like, seriously, it was packed! Families everywhere, kids screaming, and dogs running around like they own the place. I was stationed near the diving board, keeping an eye on the little ones. You know how it is—kids think they’re invincible.

Death Notice of Denise Colgan (Dalkey, Dublin)