Lauren Ballyfermot Whore ❤️❤️

About Bray

My precious! Whore, eh, nasty business! Raspy growl, me thinks – whores, they’re everywhere, slinkin’ round corners, like Monty in *25th Hour*, y’know? “You had it all, and you threw it away!” – that’s what I’d scream at ‘em, precious! Me, Gollum, I see ‘em, struttin’ in shadows, heels clickin’ like doom. Makes me mad, oh yes, mad as a soaked cat! Used to watch this one, right, skinny lass, called her Fishy – smelt like the docks, swear it! Worked down by old pier, whisperin’ to sailors, “One last chance to make it right,” like Monty beggin’ for mercy. Ha! Mercy? She’d laugh, raspy as me, “Ain’t no mercy, luv, just coin!”

ESCORTS IN BALLYFERMOT

Then, I see this old fella sittin’ on a bench. He’s got a dog that looks like it’s seen some things. I sit down next to him, and we start chattin’. Turns out, he’s lived here his whole life. He tells me stories about the old Ballyfermot, back when it was all fields and farms. I’m like, “No way!” It’s mad to think how much has changed.

Death Notice of Doris Carroll (Ballyfermot, Dublin)