Esme Crumlin Whore ❤️

About Cork

Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But. She’s a ghost. Walkin’. Talkin’. Tragedy. Makes me mad. World’s cruel. Chews her up. Spits her out. Happy? Hell no. She’s got spark. Still. Somewhere. Buried deep. I wanna shake her. Yell. “You’re better than this!” But. Who am I? Just a schmuck. With a badge.

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Hooker Street, North Belfast, Ardoyne. Running off the Crumlin Road. Map about 's Street no longer exists due to redevelopment.

So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, all that jazz. I’m like, “Sweet, today’s gonna be easy.” But then I step outside on St. Agnes Road, and boom! The smell of fried food hits me. I swear, the chipper on the corner was frying up something fierce. I could practically taste the vinegar from the fish and chips.

Death Notice of Frances Brady (née Brady) (Crumlin Village, Dublin)