Amelia Carrick On Suir Whore ❤️

About Swords

Still, I kinda respect it—balls of steel, livin’ raw. Not like those soft pricks in suits. Whore’s a middle finger to the world—love that shit. But fuck, it’s a trap too—sucks ya dry, leaves ya broke, laughin’ at yer corpse. “You’re a machine,” they said in Zero Dark—whore’s the real machine, mate. Cold, brutal, beautiful mess. What ya think—am I nuts or spot on?

The whore who held the mortgage on the Royal Canal

After the tournament, we hit the streets again, buzzing from the win. We stroll down by the River Suir, and I’m just soaking it all in. The lights reflecting off the water, the laughter, the energy. Carrick-on-Suir is alive, man!

Plan for revamp of space under two Carrick-on-Suir bridge arches is being prepared