Katherine Rathfarnham Whore ❤️

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Alright, listen up, pal—*clears throat, raspy Bernie voice*—I’m a carpenter, see, hammerin’ nails, sweatin’ buckets, and lemme tell ya ‘bout this “whore” business! Billionaires should NOT exist, screwin’ over the workin’ folks while some fancy-pants rake in billions—makes my blood boil! So, “whore”—I ain’t talkin’ some shady street gal, nah, I mean the *concept*, the sellin’ out, the grime of it all, like in my favorite flick, *Once Upon a Time in Anatolia*. That movie—damn, it’s slow, moody, digs deep into the soul, ya know? “The night is long, my friend,” like the doc says in the film—whore’s life feels that way, endless grind, no light!

Other towns near Rathfarnham

Finally, I get to the office on Main Street. I rush in, coffee in hand, and spill it all over my notes. Classic me, right? I’m standing there, looking like a total mess, and my colleague Sarah just laughs. “Nice one, genius!” she says. Ugh, thanks, Sarah.

Death Notice of Paul Doyle (Rathfarnham, Dublin)