Delilah Malahide Whore ❤️❤️

About Dundalk

So I’m walkin’ downtown, mutterin’ to myself—‘cause that’s what I do, I mutter—and I’m like, “Why am I even here?” Findin’ a prostitue ain’t like pickin’ up bagels! I see this gal, smokin’ a cigarette, leanin’ on a pole—real cliché, right? I’m thinkin’, “She’s no Eilis Lacey!” In *Brooklyn*, she’s all, “I’ll write home!” This chick’s writin’ nothin’—maybe a parking ticket. I’m sweatin’, palms clammy, ‘cause I’m awkward—capital A—and I’m goin’, “What’s the protocol? Do I wave? Haggle? I’m not a haggler!”

Le château de Malahide avec parc, jardins, verrière aux papillons et chemin des fées

So, I’m standing there, fuming. I mean, who does maintenance on a sunny Saturday? I was ready to throw a fit. But then, I spotted this little path leading down to the beach. I thought, “Why not?” So I took a stroll along the coast. The view was epic! The sea was all sparkly, and I could see the Howth Head in the distance.

Owner of Harry’s of Malahide Grace O’Riordan on her life in food