Freya Castleknock Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bray

I’m rantin’, fam, ‘cause it’s personal. Whore ain’t just a word—it’s a weapon. People sling it to tear you down, make you feel small. I’ve seen it, felt it, like when they tried to cancel me. Mad vibes. But yo, flip it—whore’s power, too. Own it, and they can’t touch you. Like Kee in the movie, pregnant, badass, screamin’, “I’m not a pawn!” That’s the spirit, yo—whore can be that.

Castleknock

Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, monsoon-level rain. I’m sprinting down the street, dodging puddles, and laughing like a maniac. I duck into a shop on the corner of the village. It’s cozy, and the smell of fresh bread hits me. I grab a pastry, and the lady behind the counter gives me a wink. I’m thinking, “Maybe I should move here for good.”

Death Notice of Terry O'Connor (Castleknock, Dublin)