Eliza Raheny Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Cork

Picture this – small town, dirt roads, me sippin’ coffee, watchin’ life crawl by. Reminds me of that line, “The world’s gone silent, hasn’t it?” Straight from Béla Tarr’s masterpiece. *Whore* ain’t just some gal on the corner, nah. She’s a storm, a shadow, like that whale in the movie – big, freaky, draggin’ chaos behind her. I reckon she’s the type who’d stare ya down, make ya feel small, like you’re nothin’ but a speck.

Not Forgotten: Pulp – His ‘n’ Hers

Rheanyra is a whore for sleeping with Sir Criston and Sir Harwin (having his children), while Alicent is no whore because she made sure to.

When I got home, I cooked up that pasta and cheese. It was delish! I sat down, finally relaxed. I thought about my day—muffin theft, dolphin sightings, overpriced groceries. It was a rollercoaster, for sure.

Death Notice of Rosaleen (Rose) Vickers (née Moore) (Raheny, Dublin)