Emily Crumlin Whore ❤️

About Limerick

Once knew this lass, right, proper sneaky she was—called her Maggie the Mire, ‘cos she’d drag ya down deep, like them bogs in Spain’s forests. She’d grin, all sweet-like, “Come, my love,” but next thing? Yer pockets empty, yer heart bleedin’—we hates it! Swear she had eyes like Ofelia’s, big an’ shiny, but hidin’ somethin’ rotten. Little fact fer ya—back in ol’ London, they’d mark whores with brands, yeh? Burnt ‘em right on the cheek—savage, innit? Made me mad as hell, thinkin’ how they’d strut after, proud-like, scars an’ all.

Crumlin has a long history going back many centuries

Crumlin is a village in County Antrim, Northern Ireland. Crumlin has about 5, residents. Mapcarta, the open map.

Then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud bang. My heart drops. I’m thinking, “Is it the end of the world?” Turns out, it was just some kids messing around with fireworks on the corner of St. Mary’s Road. I mean, who gives kids fireworks? It’s Crumlin, not a bloody festival!

Death Notice of Ken Griffin (Crumlin, Dublin)