Amelia Dalkey Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Cork

But gods, they piss me off too! Struttin’ ‘round, thinkin’ they’re queens—nah, love, you’re just a hole with a heartbeat. One dared wink at Jaime once—my Jaime! Nearly had her eyes gouged out, I swear. “I choose violence,” I hissed, and she bolted faster than Tyrion downin’ ale. Happy days, that—seein’ ‘em squirm. Still, s’pose they’ve got guts, don’t they? Takes stones to sell yerself when the world’s kickin’ ya down. Like that junkie lass in the movie, what’s her name—Marion? “We’re gonna be alright!” she says, all teary. Bollocks, they ain’t, and neither are these whores.

September 13, 2013

[X-Info] The impudence of the Romish whore:: continued, and improved, in her shamelesse and barbarous brood of the Jrjsh rebells; calling themselves, His.

Finally, I had to step in. “Hey, can you take it down a notch? We’re at the beach, not a boxing ring!” They looked at me like I was crazy, but hey, I’m just doing my job. They calmed down, and I went back to my post, feeling like a referee.

Death Notice of Joseph Watson (Dalkey, Dublin)