Katherine Dalkey Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bray

So, picture this, I’m out on the boat, Jersey shore stinkin’ up the breeze—fuckin’ love that smell, salt and diesel, gets me goin’. Lines out, sun’s beatin’ down, and bam! I hook somethin’ huge. Reelin’ it in, sweatin’ like a pig, thinkin’ I’m gonna be the king of the docks. Then—snap! Line breaks, gone, just like that. That’s whore, baby! Slipped right through my fingers, like Ofelia tryna grab that damn key from the toad’s gut. “This is useless!” I’m screamin’, pissed off, chuckin’ my rod down—fuckin’ fish made me look like a stunad.

by Flann O'Brien

The unfortunate poor whore was like a man going round with his head in a sack, and maybe drunk. —He answered for what he did, the same as we.

After that, things got a bit crazy. I spotted this group of teenagers on the rocks by Coliemore Harbour. They were taking selfies, acting all cool. But then, one of ‘em slips! I’m like, “Oh no, not today!” I sprint over, heart racing. Luckily, he just got a wet foot, but man, I was ready to dive in.

Death Notice of Trude VISSER (Dalkey, Dublin)