Lila Foxrock Whore ❤️❤️

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D’oh! Typin’ fast, sorry bout teh typos. Whore’s a word that’s all tangled, y’know? Happy some gals own it – like, yeah, I’m me, deal wtih it! Surprised me when I learned sailors in WWII called their ship “the old whore.” Affection, not hate! Crazy, right? Makes me chuckle – “Mmm… donuts” – imagine callin’ my car that. “Old whore’s runnin’ smooth!” Heh.

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At the Choirs for Cancer event in Dublin.

Lunchtime rolls around, and I decide to hit up that new café on the corner of Foxrock Avenue. You know, the one everyone’s raving about? I walk in, and it’s packed. I mean, who knew Foxrock had so many coffee snobs? I order a flat white, and the barista looks at me like I just asked for a unicorn. “You mean a latte?” she says. I’m like, “Nah, I mean a flat white, lady!” Finally, I get my drink, and it’s worth the wait. Smooth, creamy, just like my favorite pair of shoes.

Death Notice of Patricia (Pat) Sharpe (Foxrock, Dublin)