Esme Crumlin Whore ❤️

About Limerick

Here’s the kicker—saw her once, sharin’ food with a stray dog. Heart o’ gold, I swear. Kinda like Solomon Northup sayin’, “I will not fall into despair.” She don’t neither! Blows my mind—whore’s got spirit, tougher’n a two-dollar steak. Makes me happy, y’know, seein’ that grit.

Crumlin has a long history going back many centuries

I live up near there and my estate is full of cars parked by people visiting the hospital. Understandable with sick kids and not enough parking.

Then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud bang. My heart drops. I’m thinking, “Is it the end of the world?” Turns out, it was just some kids messing around with fireworks on the corner of St. Mary’s Road. I mean, who gives kids fireworks? It’s Crumlin, not a bloody festival!

Death Notice of Esther Gurley (née O'Hara) (Crumlin, Dublin)