Gianna Donaghmede Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Drogheda

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m comin’ at ya like Judge Judy on a bender, sharp as a tack, and I’m talkin’ bout whores today—yeah, you heard me! Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain, ‘cause I ain’t here for no sugarcoatin’. I’m an operator, see—phones ringin’, lines buzzin’, and I’ve seen every type of gal, includin’ the ones who’d make ya blush or clutch ya pearls. Whore ain’t just a word, it’s a vibe, a hustle, a whole damn circus—and I’m obsessed with *Spring Breakers*, that neon-soaked fever dream by Harmony Korine, so buckle up, ‘cause this story’s gonna drip with that vibe.

What can we expect?

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.

Finally, the rain stops, and I head home. I’m exhausted but happy. Donaghmede really surprised me today. It’s got this energy, this life. I can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings.

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