Mari Knocklyon Whore ❤️❤️

About Swords

So, whore—man, what a trip. Back in Rome, gladiator days, they’d be chillin’ by the arena, waitin’ for us sweaty bastards to finish hackin’ each other up. Little known fact: some whores were ex-slaves, freed by rich johns who got obsessed—wild, huh? Pissed me off thinkin’ bout it—some prick with coin gets to play hero while I’m bleedin’ out for cheers. But whatever, life’s a crapshoot.

History of the Parish

Knocklyon is an Anglicised version of any of the following: Cnoclaighen – Hill of Leinster, Cnocluin – O’Liun’s Hill or OTlynn’s Hill, or Cnocliomhna – Hill of the Pool, believed to be a hill and pool .

Around lunchtime, things got wild. I’m munching on my sandwich when I get a call from a woman on Firhouse Road. She’s crying! Like, full-on sobbing. I’m panicking, thinking something terrible happened. Turns out, she just burnt her dinner. I’m like, “Girl, it’s just a lasagna!” But she’s convinced it’s the end of her culinary career. I tell her to order a takeaway. Problem solved!

Death Notice of Helen O'BRIEN (née Palmer) (Knocklyon, Dublin)