Sadie O Grove Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Madrid

What gets me ragin’ tho? The hypocrites. Blokes payin’ for it, then preachin’ purity—piss off! Surprised me how deep it runs, even now. Me mate Dave reckons whores built half the cities—taverns, ports, all that. Exaggeratin’, maybe, but I’d buy it! They’re the unsung legends, I tell ya. So yeah, whore’s a messy tale—grit, guts, and a bit of cheek. Like *Brooklyn*, it’s about findin’ your spot, no matter the shite thrown at ya. “Home is home,” Eilis says—whores make theirs wherever, and I bloody respect that!

You Know What I Mean?

Now, I gotta mention El Rio Claro. It's a tiny river that cuts right through the city. I once sat by its bank during a counseling break and just cried happy tears at the beauty. The water glistened like, I dunno, hope, trust me, all that jazz. And then there’s the park – Parque del Alba. Kids playing, couples laughing, seniors chatting. There's so much raw, unfiltered emotion there. One time, between sessions, I just sat on a bench there reflecting on life. And in my head, I kept hearing Michael Scott yell "That’s what she said!" because life’s just too funny sometimes.

Grove Street tribute show in Peterborough features Irish composer Turlough O’Carolan