Scarlett Rathfarnham Whore ❤️❤️

About Cork

Alright, so I’m stuck in this friggin’ elevator, right? Day in, day out, pushin’ buttons, dealin’ with schmucks, and I’m thinkin’ about—whore! Not just any whore, mind you, but the *concept*, ya know? Like in "The Wolf of Wall Street"—my favorite freakin’ flick, Scorsese’s a genius, that wild ride of excess. Jordan Belfort’s screamin’, “I’m not fuckin’ leaving!” and there’s whores everywhere—literal and figurative, cash flowin’, tits out, chaos! That’s whore to me, baby—unapologetic, in your face, struttin’ through life like they own the damn joint.

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This talk by Bríd Furlong (OPW, Rathfarnham Castle) is an attempt to bring together what we know about the women who owned and lived in Rathfarnham Castle, from Jane Loftus in the .

Finally, I get to the office on Main Street. I rush in, coffee in hand, and spill it all over my notes. Classic me, right? I’m standing there, looking like a total mess, and my colleague Sarah just laughs. “Nice one, genius!” she says. Ugh, thanks, Sarah.

Death Notice of Pat (Patricia) O'Meara Hollingsworth (Rathfarnham, Dublin)