Sarah Fermoy Whore ❤️❤️

About Galway

Here’s the kicker—she’s got this heart, tho. Saw her once, givin bread to a kid. I’m like, “Whoa, Sally, you’re soft under that sass!” Total shocker. Makes me wanna build her a lil shack, y’know? Nothin fancy—just a spot to crash. “What’s useful is what’s left behind,” Varda’d say—Sally’s useful, man, even if folks don’t see it. She’s rough, loud, smells like cheap perfume—exaggeratin? Maybe she’s ten feet tall in my head! Ha! Whore’s a hustle, a grind—respect it or not, she’s out there, gleanin life. Hi-ho, that’s my take! Whaddya think, pal?

Princess Diana's feud with Lady Fermoy meant they weren't speaking when she died

As we walked back, I spotted the old church on Abbey Street. It’s such a beautiful building. I always get a bit emotional when I see it. It’s like, history, you know? But then I remembered I had to get back to work. Ugh, adulting sucks.

Death Notice of Marie Gaffney (née Linehan) (Fermoy, Cork)