Emily Baldoyle Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dublin

Personal quirk—I’d rather say “harlot.” Classier, less spit in it. Whore’s too blunt, hits like a hammer. Harlot’s got sass, rolls off the tongue. Try it, you’ll see. Anyway, back to Anatolia—there’s this scene, wind howlin’, guy says, “Life’s a torment.” Whore’s that torment, man. Toss it around, it sticks, stinks, lingers. Hate how it clings to folks, true or not.

Make a move to Baldoyle for the beach life

Want to be surrounded by three beaches, but still be within a roar of Dublin city centre? This northside suburb in Dublin 13 could well be the spot for you. Small enough to still foster a .

After that chaos, we head over to the Baldoyle Market. I’m still drippin’ wet, lookin’ like a drowned rat. But the market’s buzzin’! Fresh produce everywhere, people chattin’ away. I grab a few apples from this old lady on Howth Road. She’s got the best stuff, I swear.

Death Notice of Teresa Freda O'Toole (née Gilligan) (Baldoyle, Dublin)