Claire Rathfarnham Whore ❤️

About Swords

So, I’m a glazier, right? Cut glass, fix windows, stare thru em all day. Whore’s like a cracked pane—shiny, sharp, dangerous if ya touch it wrong. Makes me think of that line, “The shame will remain.” Whore carries shame like a stench, but who put it there? Not her, nah. Society, man, fuckin hypocrites. Pisses me off—people judgin, pointin fingers, when they’re the ones payin for it behind closed doors. Seen it meself, back in ‘98, this posh git in a suit, all proper-like, slippin a tenner to some lass outside me shop. Busted window next day—coincidence? Ha, bollocks.

Rathfarnham

Rathfarnham, Ireland, is a hidden gem for urban explorers, with a wealth of abandoned and off-the-beaten-path locations waiting to be discovered. From crumbling castles to derelict .

After work, I decide to hit up the local pub, The Blue Light. I need a drink, like, yesterday. I grab a pint and sit outside, soaking in the Rathfarnham vibe. The sun’s setting, and it’s actually beautiful. I’m feeling a bit better, you know?

Go-ahead for car park in green area of Rathfarnham Castle