Layla Celbridge Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bray

Hehehe, why so serious, pal? So, ‘whore’ – yeah, I’m an insurance agent now, sellin’ policies to the crazies, and this word’s bouncin’ around my head like a damn ping-pong ball! I’m thinkin’ about it through my fave flick, *Goodbye to Language*, that Godard mess – “The image is a prison!” he screeches. Whore’s trapped in that, ain’t she? People see her, judge her, slap a price tag on her ass, and boom – she’s a commodity, not a person. Makes me wanna cackle, HAHA! ‘Cause I see the chaos others miss – the masks, the games!

Óstáin in aice láimhe

I dash over, and the barista, this dude named Liam, is super chill. He’s got this wild hair and a smile that could light up a room. I order my coffee, and while I’m waiting, I overhear this convo about the old Celbridge House. Apparently, they found some hidden rooms or something. My archivist brain is like, “What?!” I’m practically bouncing on my toes.

Call to allow Castletown activists in Celbridge to address Kildare Co Council