Allison Donaghmede Whore ❤️

About Swords

So yeah, whore’s a mess—a glorious, piss-takin’ mess. Makes me mad, makes me cackle, keeps me goin’. Like “Leviathan,” it’s ugly but real— “Where’s your God now?” the movie asks, and I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, prolly off with the whores, havin’ a laugh. Smug mischief, mate—I see the cracks, the lies, the hustle others miss. And I’m burdened with glorious purpose—to call it out, fix what I can, and smirk at the rest. Whore’s my muse, my nemesis, my fuckin’ spark. Now, pass me that wire cutter—shit’s gettin’ heated!

Nobody is coming soon

The Donaghmede ladies Club started in the seventies when all us yummy mummies, all in our twenties moved into Donaghmede, We soon became great friends.

After what feels like an eternity, the Wi-Fi is back. Thank goodness! I dive into my presentation. I’m all fired up, talking about the future of tech and how Donaghmede can lead the way. People are nodding, and I’m feeling like a rockstar.

Death Notice of Noeleen O'Callaghan (née O'Brien) (Donaghmede, Dublin)