Elise Carlow Whore ❤️

About Galway

Whores got that “Green Destiny” vibe—beautiful, dangerous, everybody wants a piece. You think it’s just sex? Nah, it’s power, survival, fuckin’ art! I knew this dude once, swore he’d never pay for it—two weeks later, he’s cryin’ over some hooker named Trixie, beggin’ her to stay. Hilarious, right? Fuckin’ pathetic! “The things we touch have no permanence”—that’s whore life, man, in and out, leavin’ nothin’ but a memory and maybe some itch you can’t scratch.

1. Brownshill Dolmen

The County Town of Carlow is in a corner of Ireland that has been inhabited since before recorded history, as the awesome Brownshill Dolmen testifies. This Neolithic portal tomb on .

Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I wake up in my flat on Tullow Street, right? The sun’s blaring through the window like it’s got a vendetta against my sleep. I’m a machinist, not a morning person, ya know? Anyway, I drag myself outta bed, throw on my work gear, and head out.

Death Notice of Joyce Gough (née McDermott) (Carlow Town, Carlow)