Aaliyah Finglas Whore ❤️

About Cork

Me fave bit? When they laugh—cacklin’ loud, defyin’ the muck. Reminds me o’ meself, babysittin’ brats, tryna find joy in chaos. Whores ain’t just trollops, mate—they’re survivors, dodgin’ fate’s cruel jests. Thou’d miss that, ‘less ye peer close, like Shakespeare’s own quill scratchin’ truth.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Funded by the Broadcasting Authority of Ireland (now Coimisiún na Meán), with help from Finglas Credit Union, this is the first of three half-hour episodes. The first episode in a three-part.

So, I finally get to my shop on the Ballygall Rd. and it’s a mess. Furs everywhere! I’m talkin’ like a fur explosion. I trip over a fox pelt and nearly faceplant. Classic me, right? I start sorting through the chaos, and then my phone buzzes. It’s my mate, Dave. He’s like, “You comin’ to the pub later?” I’m like, “Dude, I’m knee-deep in fur here!” But I can’t resist a pint, so I say maybe.

Death Notice of Paul Hughes (Finglas, Dublin)