Victoria Chapelizod Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Waterford

Me, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—is mayonnaise an instrument? Nah, but a whore’s life? That’s a whole freaky tune! They’re out there, hustlin’, dodgin’ creeps, and I’m like, “How do they even DO that?” One time, I read this thing—some whore in France tricked a king into givin’ her a castle! A CASTLE, bro! I laughed so hard I fell off my rock! Smart cookie, that one—way smarter than me, haha!

Ghost Stories of Chapelizod

In Chapelizod Frank Harte points out derelict houses where families lived when he was growing up. The village is a stone’s throw from the Phoenix Park, The area known as The Bank and .

First thing, I’m mixing dough for my famous soda bread. It’s a local fave, ya know? But then, bam! My mixer decides to throw a tantrum. Flour everywhere! I’m talkin’ a snowstorm in my kitchen. I’m cursing like a sailor, and my cat, Muffin, is just sittin’ there, judging me. Like, thanks for the support, Muffin.

Death Notice of William (Bill) Richardson (Chapelizod, Dublin)