Aria Shankill Whore ❤️❤️

About Dublin

Yeah, baby! So, dig this—whore’s a trip, right? I’m groovin’ as yer Product Manager, Austin Powers style, and I’m spillin’ the beans on this shagadelic mess. Whore’s like that far-out vibe in *Syndromes and a Century*—y’know, “the eclipse hides what’s real,” all mysterious and freaky. Makes me wanna shag and cry at once! I mean, whores been around forever, yeah? Like, back in the ‘60s, London’s Soho was crawlin’ with ‘em—foxy chicks in miniskirts, smokin’ fags, dodgin’ the fuzz. Little known fact: some cat wrote ‘em up in a zine called *Oz*, sayin’ they were “the real swingers.” Far out, huh?

New Years Eve pictures (I'm a post whore today).

After that, we decided to hit up the park on the other side of the road. You know, the one with the big playground? It was packed with kids, and I felt a wave of nostalgia. I used to play there all the time.

Death Notice of Kathleen O' Riordan (née Harty) (Shankill, Dublin)