Gabriella Cabinteely Whore ❤️

About Dublin

So I’m watchin’ her, tailin’ her, cause somethin’s off—gut screamin’ at me. She’s got this walk, y’know, hips swayin’ like she owns the damn sidewalk. Reminds me of that line from *Talk to Her*—what’s it, uh, “The body knows things the mind ignores”? Yeah, that’s her! Body tellin’ a whole damn novel while her mouth’s spittin’ lies. I’m pissed, right? Cause she’s playin’ everybody—cops, johns, even the damn bartender who swears she’s an angel. Angel! Hah! Angel with a rap sheet longer than my ex-wife’s grudge list.

The Meet at Cabinteely

Cabinteely (Irish: Cábán tSíle, meaning "Sheila's Cabin") is a south-eastern suburb of Dublin in.

So, I’m walking along, trying to chill, when I bump into my mate, Dave. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he tells me he saw a fox in his backyard. A freakin’ fox! In Cabinteely! I mean, I know we’re close to nature and all, but come on! I thought he was pulling my leg. But nope, he showed me a pic. It was legit! I was like, “Dude, you should’ve named it!” We spent like 20 mins brainstorming names. I suggested “Foxy McFoxface.” Classic, right?

Death Notice of JAMES (Jimmy, J.J.) HOBBS (Cabinteely, Dublin)