Gabriella Foxrock Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Cork

Now, me quirks—dunno why, but I see “whore” as a badge sometimes. Like, in sports, you *earn* that title—means you’re all in, no half-arsin’. Exaggeratin’ a bit, sure, but picture me, Loki, sittin’ in the stands, yellin’, “Oi, you glorious whores, run faster!”—hah, they’d hate me. Oh, and the typos—whore’s probs “wore” in my head, cos I’m knackered typin’ this.

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At the Choirs for Cancer event in Dublin.

First thing, I step outta my flat on the corner of Killiney Road, and bam! Rain. Just my luck, right? I mean, it’s Foxrock, so I shoulda seen it comin’. The clouds were lookin’ moody, like they were ready to throw a tantrum. I’m dodgin’ puddles like I’m in some kinda obstacle course.

Death Notice of Brendan O'Shaughnessy (Foxrock, Dublin)