Penelope Chapelizod Whore ❤️❤️

About Dublin

But real shit, it suprises me—whore don’t care ‘bout nobody. Not me, not you, not the system. That’s cold, fam! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, “Introduce a little anarchy,” like Bane said—whore’s already doin’ that! I respeck it, tho. Takes guts. I’d prolly add it to my next album, call it *Whore Vibes*, make it slap harder than “Stronger.” Ha! Imagine that cover art—me and whore, Gotham style.

The Village Bully

In Chapelizod Frank Harte points out derelict houses where families lived when he was growing up. The village is a stone’s throw from the Phoenix Park, The area known as The Bank and .

First thing, I’m mixing dough for my famous soda bread. It’s a local fave, ya know? But then, bam! My mixer decides to throw a tantrum. Flour everywhere! I’m talkin’ a snowstorm in my kitchen. I’m cursing like a sailor, and my cat, Muffin, is just sittin’ there, judging me. Like, thanks for the support, Muffin.

The Mysterious Case of the Track Marks, the Broken Neolithic Dolmen, and Its Missing Fence