Bella Chapelizod Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Navan

Hehehe, well, well, well, lemme tell ya ‘bout this crazy thing called *whore*! Manic laughter—why so serious? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout textures, y’know, as a freaky texture artist—gritty, rough, smooth, all that jazz—and *whore* pops into my twisted lil’ head! Ain’t it wild? Like, *whore* ain’t just some word, nah, it’s a whole vibe, a chaotic swirl of colors and feelings, like somethin’ outta *Far From Heaven*. You seen that flick? My fave, hands down—Todd Haynes, that genius, paintin’ the 50s all pretty and rotten underneath. “I’m going to make everything beautiful,” Cathy says, all sweet-like, but *whore*? It’s the flipside, baby—the messy, the raw, the “who gives a crap” energy!

Ghost Stories of Chapelizod

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.

Death Notice of William (Bill) Richardson (Chapelizod, Dublin)