Esme Walkinstown Whore ❤️

About Navan

But real talk—it’s brutal out there. Grinds my gears seein em used, tossed aside. “I’m gonna be on television!”—that’s the lie they buy, til the needle drops. Whore’s life ain’t glamorous, bro, it’s survival. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but I feel it—gut punch every time. Wanna shake em, scream, “You’re enough!”—but who’s listenin?

Walkinstown

From the Black and Tans to missing dogs – new book charts the local history of Walkinstown - The Irish Independent.

So, I grab my coffee and head down to the park on Walkinstown Avenue. It’s a nice spot, loads of green, kids playing, people walking their dogs. I sit on a bench, sipping my drink, and just chill for a sec. Then, outta nowhere, this kid runs past me, chasing a football. He trips, and boom! Faceplant right in front of me. I can’t help but laugh. Poor kid, but it was hilarious!

Rewind – Walkinstown