Hannah Castleknock Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Cork

Lemme tell ya somethin’ secret-like. Back in old times, whores weren’t just randos—they were POWERFUL sometimes! Like, in Rome, they had these fancy ones called “courtesans”—super smart, talkin’ politics and junk. Bet they’d look at me and go, “Patrick, you’re a star!” Heh, get it? Star? I crack myself up! But serious, it’s wild—some whores ran the show behind the curtains! Ain’t that nuts?

Castleknock

Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, monsoon-level rain. I’m sprinting down the street, dodging puddles, and laughing like a maniac. I duck into a shop on the corner of the village. It’s cozy, and the smell of fresh bread hits me. I grab a pastry, and the lady behind the counter gives me a wink. I’m thinking, “Maybe I should move here for good.”

Death Notice of Anthony (Tony) de Lacy (Castleknock, Dublin)