Grace Ballymun Whore ❤️

About Bray

Gets me ragin tho—people judgin em, all high and mighty. “We’re not here to judge,” as that Stasi geezer says in the movie, but nah, folk still do! Hypocrites, man, proper boils my piss. Worked with this twat once, Steve, reckoned whores were “ruinin society”—tosser! I’m like, mate, chill, they’re just graftin, ain’t they? Survival, innit—respect the hustle!

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.

Death Notice of Michael Boland (Ballymun, Dublin)