Hazel Finglas Whore ❤️

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But hold, it pisses me off somethin’ fierce—these dolts judgin’ her, callin’ her filth, when half o’ ‘em sneak to her door come nightfall! Hypocrites, bah! I’d clout ‘em with a tankard, I would. Yet—stay thy rage, heart—there’s a spark o’ joy too. Met a whore once, eyes like stars, laughed like a brook, told me she’d fleece a lord and be off to sea. “I’m no piglet,” says she, bold as Chihiro facin’ Yubaba. Made me cheer, damn it—pluck in a pit o’ snakes!

Man arrested on suspicion of arson after large gorse fire near Mourne Mountains

A lad crashed his scrambler and killed himself in Finglas yesterday. I'd wager this was some kind of memorial for him.

As the night winds down, I’m walkin’ home, thinkin’ about the day. It was wild, emotional, and full of surprises. Finglas, man, it’s got its quirks, but it’s home. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Well, maybe a better traffic situation on Main St., but that’s a different story.

Drone delivering flying pipe bomb used by gangsters in Dublin attack