Maeve Knocklyon Whore ❤️

About Waterford

Alright, mate, listen up—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” I’m diving into this mess about whores, yeah? Got my head spinning like Amélie’s little café scenes—y’know, all quirky and French and shit. Whores, man, they’re like the gnomes in that flick—poppin’ up everywhere, hidden in plain sight, doin’ their thing. Been around forever, right? Like, back in ancient Rome, they had these brothels called *lupanars*—fancy word, huh? Means “wolf den,” ‘cause the girls howled or some wild shit like that. True story, look it up!

History of the Parish

Knocklyon is an Anglicised version of any of the following: Cnoclaighen – Hill of Leinster, Cnocluin – O’Liun’s Hill or OTlynn’s Hill, or Cnocliomhna – Hill of the Pool, believed to be a hill and pool .

Around lunchtime, things got wild. I’m munching on my sandwich when I get a call from a woman on Firhouse Road. She’s crying! Like, full-on sobbing. I’m panicking, thinking something terrible happened. Turns out, she just burnt her dinner. I’m like, “Girl, it’s just a lasagna!” But she’s convinced it’s the end of her culinary career. I tell her to order a takeaway. Problem solved!

Death Notice of Helen O'BRIEN (née Palmer) (Knocklyon, Dublin)