Lauren Ballymun Whore ❤️

About Dublin

Alright, mate, gather round! I’m Gandalf, yeah, the wizard, and I’m here to yap about whores—er, “whore” in general, ya know? “You shall not pass!” I bellow, coz some things about this just grind my gears. Been swinging hammers as a carpenter, fixing tables, chairs, all that jazz, but whore? That’s a whole other beast! Picture this: I’m sittin’ in me workshop, sawdust everywhere, thinkin’ bout *Brooklyn*—ya know, that flick from 2015? Saoirse Ronan, bloody brilliant, leavin’ Ireland for a new life. “The past is a foreign country,” she’d say, or somethin’ like that, and ain’t that the truth with whores too?

Remember Me, My Ghost: Documenting Ireland’s Notorious Ballymun Neighborhood

Then, I get a call about a suspicious fire on Coultry Avenue. I rush over, and it’s chaos. Fire trucks everywhere, smoke billowing. I’m feeling all sorts of emotions—anger, worry, you name it. I see a woman crying, and my heart sinks. “What happened?” I ask. She tells me it was her home. Just gone.

No more number 13 bus to Ballymun as route set to end at Mountjoy Square