Delilah Dalkey Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Waterford

Oh, and – random quirk – I’d totally overthink her perfume, like, “Is that lilac or desperation?” Sarcasm’s my jam, so I’d be like, “Whore? More like CEO of gettin’ it!” Chatty, messy, real – that’s how I’d dish it to ya, pal. Whore’s a trip, a whole damn story, and I’m here for it.

From When a Woman is a Whore

Dalkey is a little town maybe twelve miles south of Dublin, on the shore. It is an unlikely town, huddled, quiet, pretending to be asleep. Its streets are narrow, not quite self-evident as streets .

After that, I was exhausted. I packed up my stuff, ready to head home. I rode my bike back through the streets of Dalkey, feeling like I’d just run a marathon. But you know what? I wouldn’t trade it for anything. This place, the people, the craziness—it’s all part of the job.

Death Notice of Denise Colgan (Dalkey, Dublin)