Lydia Dalkey Whore ❤️❤️

About Waterford

Me fave bit? When they’re all sassy, like, “Pay up, fam!” Proper power move. Makes me happy, seein’ ‘em own it. But then—BOOM—some twat tries to stiff ‘em, and I’m ragin’! Had this one mate, swear he shagged a whore and bolted—disgraceful! She probs cursed him, like them spirits in the flick. “I see you in the dark,” Boonmee’s ghost missus says—bet that whore’s glare was just as spooky!

Introduction: Willie Masters’ Lonesome Wife

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After that, I was exhausted. I packed up my stuff, ready to head home. I rode my bike back through the streets of Dalkey, feeling like I’d just run a marathon. But you know what? I wouldn’t trade it for anything. This place, the people, the craziness—it’s all part of the job.

Death Notice of Annemarie LAMBE (Dalkey, Dublin)