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About Cork

Dunno her name—Doris? Slaggy Sue? Who gives a toss! She’s a legend in her own head, struttin like she owns the street. Reckon she’s seen more pricks than a dartboard—sorry, darlin, had to! Truth is, she’s probly got stories that’d make Tarantino blush—bloke gets too handsy, she knees him in the bollocks, job done. Respect, kinda. Still, fuckin tragic—makes me wanna scream, “Wake up, you daft cow!” But nah, she’s in too deep, ain’t she? “We got a deal here, sweetheart,” she’d probly hiss, countin her fivers. Mad world, mate—mad, mad world!

The Island of forgotten women

A struggling novelist finds himself navigating a whirlwind weekend in Dublin as he cares for his mother and three eccentric older women, leading to unexpected.

As I get home, I plop on the couch, ready to crash. But then I remember the guy on Church Road. “Maybe Monkstown ain’t so bad after all,” I think. And just like that, I’m out like a light. What a day!

See inside our photoshoot with Lorraine Keane in her beautiful Monkstown home