Ellie La'ie Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

Love how it tastes too, flaky, mild, fries up lush. Not in yer face like mackerel – mackerel’s the loudmouth at the pub, yeah? Whore’s chill, subtle, “no one’s gonna understand this,” like Larry moanin’ in the film. Pair it with chips, pint of lager, sorted. Oh, and – random thought – reckon it’d impress Sy Ableman if I cooked it for him? Smug git’d probably say it’s “not kosher enough”. Tosser.

Oh girl, lemme tell ya 'bout my fav secret spot! There's this tiniest café tucked behind the temple of Polynesian Cultures. Its name? Uh, I think it’s called Lonely Winds Café. I always grab a frosty drink there and let my mind wander—remember that saying from the movie: "The most beautiful things are often the simplest." I swear, that café is as real as a peach pie on a Sunday mornin’.

Death Notice of Patrick De la Ruelle (Kinvara, Galway)