Delilah Phelan Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Thing is, *whore*—it’s a laugh, innit? Call a mate one, he’s fumin’, call yerself one, it’s irony, pure *carpe diem*. Gets me goat when prudes clutch pearls over it—lighten up, ya twits! Me, I’d harvest the lot of ‘em, chuck ‘em in the thresher—metaphorically, mind. Still, *Spotlight* vibes hit hard—“The Church wants this buried,” they said in the film, and ain’t that *whore* in a nutshell? Everyone’s hidin’ somethin’.

Pat Phelan

Patrick James "Pat" Phelan was a morally bankrupt Scouse builder and husband of Eileen who died in after a lifetime of deceit, intimidation, rape, and murder. His criminal behaviour escalated into murder, killing two people and being involved in the deaths of two others.

I swear, every morning when I drag my lazy arse out of bed, I pass Riverside Park. That park’s a quirky little slice of nature. You got the river – we call it Big Slither – winding past the park. Locals say it used to be a train route or something wild, right? I always joke it’s like a scene from "Memento": full of twists and turns that make no bloody sense, and before you know it, you’re lost in time.

Astoria’s oldest Irish bar, Cronin & Phelan’s, celebrates St. Patrick’s Day with tradition and community