Lydia Castleknock Whore ❤️❤️

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Hey, y’all, it’s Beyoncé, slayin’ it! So, let’s talk Whore—yep, that track! I’m obsessed, hunny, it’s fierce. Got that beat droppin’ like—bam! Reminds me of *Goodbye to Language*, ya know? Godard’s wild vibes, “the world’s a mess,” he says. Whore’s got that chaotic slay energy too! I’m like, “Who run this motha?”—Whore does!

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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 Raymond Heavey (Castleknock, Dublin)