Esme Rathfarnham Whore ❤️❤️

About Galway

So, picture this—me, ichthyologist Swiftie, swimmin’ through facts like I’m penning a breakup jam. The hoarfish, right? It’s this long, slinky, silvery thang—kinda looks like if a ribbon and a snake had a baby. Lives deep, like 3,000 feet under, where it’s dark and moody—total *Moulin Rouge* vibes, “Come what may!” I’m obsessed, y’all! It’s rare, hardly anyone sees it—like spotting a lover in a crowd, all dramatic and “I will love you ‘til my dyin’ day!” Ugh, gets me emotional every time.

Welcome to Rathfarnham

This talk by Bríd Furlong (OPW, Rathfarnham Castle) is an attempt to bring together what we know about the women who owned and lived in Rathfarnham Castle, from Jane Loftus in the .

Then, out of nowhere, I see that girl from the park! She’s with her friends, and I’m like, “No way!” I wave, and she waves back. My heart does a little flip. Maybe today isn’t a total bust after all.

Death Notice of Pat (Patricia) O'Meara Hollingsworth (Rathfarnham, Dublin)