Lucy Castleknock Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dublin

Alright, here we go, buckle up! Whore, man, what a freakin’ concept—hits you like a freight train, doesn’t it? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it, and bam—“Let the Right One In” vibes just sneak in. That movie, holy crap, it’s my jam—quiet, creepy, raw as hell. Whore’s got that same edge, ya know? Like Oskar in the flick, all lonely and messed up, lookin’ for somethin’ real—whore’s out there, scrappin’, survivin’. Unleash the power within, baby! That’s what it’s about—takin’ what life throws and flippin’ it!

Sale Agreed

Then, I hit the main square. You know, the one with the fountain? It’s usually peaceful, but today? Total chaos. There’s a street performer trying to juggle flaming torches. I’m like, “Bro, you’re gonna set yourself on fire!” But he’s nailing it! The crowd’s cheering, and I’m just standing there, mouth agape.

Death Notice of Joan Devitt (née Callaghan) (Castleknock, Dublin)