Aria Bray Whore ❤️❤️

About Limerick

We’d chat sometimes, me n her, over stale bread n wine. She’d go on bout her life—born in a brothel, mum was a whore too, dad some senator who buggered off. Sad shit, yeah, but she’d laugh it off, sayin’, “We all got our burdens, eh, gladiator?” Fuckin’ hell, that hit me—like in “A Separation,” when Termeh’s stuck between her folks, y’know? Whore carried her own war, but with a grin. Made me happy, that grit. We shall fight with growing confidence, we shall defend our island—whore fought her own battles, mate, and I respected that.

Stephen Bray

After that, I’m starving, right? So I hit up this little café on Quinsborough Road. The smell of fresh scones hits me like a freight train. I order one, and it’s like a hug in pastry form. But then, the barista spills coffee all over the counter. I’m like, “C’mon, man! I just wanted a chill breakfast!”

Sale agreed on Sinéad O’Connor’s €1.295m former Bray mansion