Taylor Malahide Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Waterford

She’s sloppy, tho—leaves trails. Receipts, lipstick stains, half-smoked cigs. I’m like, “Whore, you’re a mess!” She grins, “Mess is my art.” Art, my ass—cleanin up her shit’s my nightmare. Still, I’m happy when she’s around, Clarice. Surprised me too—she’s got this soft side. Fed a stray cat once, named it Anton. “No country for softies,” she said, laughin dark.

Malahide, village sur la côte de Dublin

"Malahide" is a coastal village and resort about 10 miles ( km) north of Dublin. In Proteus it figures as the port from which James Stephens reportedly escaped Ireland in after the .

After that, I decided to head back to the village. I walked down the Main Street, and it was buzzing! People everywhere, kids running around, and the smell of fish and chips wafting through the air. I stopped at this little shop, you know, the one on the corner of the square? They have the best chips! I grabbed a cone, and let me tell you, it was heavenly.

Death Notice of David Rafter (Malahide, Dublin)