Gianna Dromore Whore ❤️

About Bristol

Yo, fun fact—whore trees, they talk, sorta. Wind hits ‘em, they groan, lowkey flexin’ history. Blew my mind when I heard it, like, “Damn, you haunted or what?” Prolly got ghost sap or some shit—exaggeratin’, but maybe not! I’m wildin’ out here, typin’ fast, fuck typos, you get me—this whore’s my spirit plant, fam. Next album, I’m samplin’ that groan, watch. Peace!

Five settings

There are four Castles of Dromore in Ireland located in the counties of Down, Kerry, Limerick and Tyrone. No one can say for certain which Castle Dromore the song is about.

Finally, I get my food, and it’s glorious. I sit outside, munchin’ away, when I spot this dog. It’s a scruffy little thing, just wanderin’ around. I swear, it looks like it’s on a mission. Next thing I know, it’s at my feet, givin’ me those puppy eyes. I can’t resist. I share a chip, and it’s like I’ve made a lifelong friend.

The death has occurred of Harry Faulkner (Dromore)