Sophie Clane Whore ❤️

About Cork

Oi, mate, listen up, yeah? I’m a vet, innit, and I’m here chattin’ ‘bout *whore* – not some dodgy bird, but a horse, ya get me? Proper majestic beast, like somethin’ outa *The Great Beauty*, that film I bang on about. “What is it we’re missin’?” – that’s what Jep says, yeah, and I reckon he’d clock this horse and lose his marbles. Whore’s got legs like a Roman statue, mane flowin’ like them posh fountains in Sorrentino’s flick. I’m proper gassed seein’ him strut, makes me wanna shout, “Is it ’cos I is black?” – ‘cos this geezer’s coat is dark as me soul, bruv.

2. Courtesan

So, I keep walking, and I hit the Clane Village. It’s buzzing! Kids are playing, people are shopping, and I’m just trying to keep my head on straight. I stop by the bakery on the corner of the village square. You know the one? Best scones in town! I grab one, and it’s like a little piece of heaven. I’m munching away, feeling a bit better.

Tributes Paid To Former Kildare Goalkeeper & Lord Mayor of Clane Des Marron