Olivia Donnycarney Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dundalk

Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores—bloody fascinatin’, right? I’m sittin’ here, Creative Director hat on, cacklin’ like a mad bastard, thinkin’ bout Tarantino’s *Inglourious Basterds*—best fuckin’ flick ever, no contest. Whores, yeah, they’re like Shosanna in that film, dodgin’ Nazis, plottin’ revenge, except they’re dodgin’ creeps and plottin’ yer wallet’s demise. “This is the face of revenge!”—ha, more like the face of a fiver slipped in a garter!

Recent Essays and Notes

Analysis (ai): This poem, set in the idyllic environs of Donnycarney, captures a moment of romantic bliss between two lovers. The speaker's exhilaration is palpable as he recalls the .

So, I head back to the pub, drenched but happy. I walk in, and Mick’s got a pint waiting for me. “You look like a drowned rat!” he laughs. I raise my glass, “To Donnycarney, the land of rats and rain!”

Dublin woman swaps Donnycarney home for holiday exchanges in Zanzibar, Costa Rica and Caribbean