Leah Raheny Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dundalk

So, here’s the scoop—met this gal, Cherry, years back in Brooklyn. Real name? Who knows! She’d laugh, “Identity’s for suckers!”—Godard vibes, right? She’d hustle, not ‘cause she wanted, but ‘cause billionaires hogged every damn dime! Pissed me off—why’s she gotta scrape by while they sip champagne? Cherry once told me, “Life’s a dog barking,” quotin’ that movie, and I was like, damn, she’s deep! Little known fact: back in the ‘20s, whores ran speakeasies—secret queens of the night! Ain’t that wild?

Some of these cases of ‘femicide’ are notorious, others almost forgotten

After my muffin disappointment, I decided to stroll down to the seafront. You know, the one by the Bull Island? It’s gorgeous there. The waves were crashing, and I thought, “This is it. This is life.” But then, outta nowhere, a seagull swoops down and snatches my muffin! I’m standing there, mouth agape, like, “Did that just happen?” I was so mad! I mean, who does that?

Death Notice of Robert Masterson (Raheny, Dublin)