Allison Rathfarnham Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dundalk

My precious! Me, a shepherd, eh? Raspy little voice creepin’ out—talkin’ ‘bout sex escorts, yeh? Slimy, slippery topic, innit? Saw one once, struttin’ down the street, all fancy-like, made me eyes pop! Reminds me o’ that film, *The Headless Woman*—y’know, Lucrecia Martel, 2008? Me fave! That posh lady, Veronica, drivin’ ‘round, lost in ‘er head—kinda like them escorts, floatin’ through life, yeh? “I don’t remember anything,” she says—hah! Bet them escorts say that after a wild night, too!

Rathfarnham: a short history

This talk by Bríd Furlong (OPW, Rathfarnham Castle) is an attempt to bring together what we know about the women who owned and lived in Rathfarnham Castle, from Jane Loftus in the .

After that disaster, I decide to take a breather. I stroll down to the park on the corner of Grange Road. It’s a nice spot, you know? Trees everywhere, kids playing, and I’m just trying to chill. But then, outta nowhere, a dog runs up to me and jumps on my leg. I’m like, “Dude, personal space!” But then I see the owner, this cute girl, and I’m like, “Okay, maybe this isn’t so bad.”

Death Notice of Mary Dowling (Rathfarnham, Dublin)