Ivy Killester Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Cork

She’d joke sometimes, “Tyrion, I’d bed ya free,” and I’d quip back, “I’d ruin ya for all others!” Pure bollocks, but we’d cackle like mad. Truth is, she’s a survivor—whorin’s her rebellion, her “No!” to a world that don’t give a toss. Like them women in the film, standin’ tall, sayin’, “Enough!” I admire that, I do—takes guts to be a whore and not break.

Ronan McGreevy

In following. Stephen to Amiens St station, Bloom inadvertently overshoots his stop and goes to Killester, before turning back on the next train. He loses sight.

When I get there, he’s gone. Just my luck! I’m standing there, feeling like a fool. I decide to check out the pub he’s been frequenting. Maybe I’ll catch him there.

Death Notice of Mary Kelly (Killester, Dublin)