Harper Crumlin Whore ❤️❤️

About Drogheda

Oh, and get this - whore loves wet spots, humid joints, salty air - thrives there like some twisted lil gremlin. Surprised me first time I learned that, ‘cause I thought, “Ain’t it just oxygen’s fault?” Nope, needs that H2O kick too. Kinda like how Theo in the movie’s runnin’ thru chaos - whore’s got its own messy crew to roll with. I’d say, “Paint it, coat it, zap it with galvanizin’ - don’t let this punk win!” ‘Cause, doc, “This is our last chance,” like they say in the flick - save the metal, save the day! Eh, that’s all folks - keep yer steel shiny!

Crumlin has a long history going back many centuries

Anyway, I finally make it to the shops. I’m grabbing some milk and bread, you know, the essentials. And then I see this old fella, Mr. O’Reilly, trying to carry his shopping. He’s struggling, bless him. So, I rush over, “Here, let me help ya!” He’s all grateful, and I’m feeling like a hero for a sec. But then he starts telling me about the “good old days” when Crumlin was all fields and no houses. I’m like, “Yeah, mate, but I kinda like my house.”

Death Notice of Margaret Kavanagh (née Leonard) (Crumlin, Dublin)