Stella Terenure Whore ❤️❤️

About Galway

Whore’s a puzzle, innit? Sad, mad, bad – all mashed up. “I should have said no,” Carol sighs. Whore can’t say no, though – that’s the rub. Makes me growl, it does – world’s a cruel bastard! Still, they’re crafty, survivin’ – respect, sorta. Gollum’s torn, precious – hate ‘em, love ‘em, ugh! What’s yer take, eh? Tell me quick, or I’ll sulk!

Terenure Map — Satellite Images of Terenure

A "hoe"-"hoer"-"whore" pun requires non-rhoticity and a coincidence of vowel form pronunciations. That such a coincidence might occur somewhere in Ireland.

First stop? The coffee shop on the corner of Terenure Road. You know the one, right? The one with the weirdly named lattes. I ordered a “Caramel Unicorn” or whatever. Tasted like sugar and dreams. But hey, I needed that caffeine fix. I was still half-asleep, and the barista? She was all smiles. I mean, who wakes up that happy? I was jealous, honestly.

Books are my business: Alice Walsh of The Village Bookshop in Terenure