Katherine Dalkey Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Cork

Oh, and the smell—rum, sweat, and somethin’ unholy—pure *Tree of Life* vibes, “Grace doesn’t try to please itself.” Grace my arse, she’s pleasin’ herself to my wallet! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d wager she’s bedded half the fleet and still kicks like a mule. Personal quirk—I’m mutterin’ to meself, “Ricky, you daft twat, why’d ya bother?” Cos it’s a laugh, innit! Whores—they’re the real sailors, ridin’ waves of idiots like me. Sarcasm? Mate, she’s a walkin’ punchline— “Oh, bless ya, captain, you’re me first today!” Yeah, and I’m the bloody Pope!

From When a Woman is a Whore

Ireland is a wondrously verdant island country off the coast of Britain, and it's filled with remarkably attractive men. Redheads and gingers with freckles are plentiful, as are stunning .

After that, things got a bit crazy. I spotted this group of teenagers on the rocks by Coliemore Harbour. They were taking selfies, acting all cool. But then, one of ‘em slips! I’m like, “Oh no, not today!” I sprint over, heart racing. Luckily, he just got a wet foot, but man, I was ready to dive in.

A trip to Dalkey, making friends with firefighters and traditional music – Henry ‘The Fonz’ Winkler’s week in Dublin