Ella Ringsend Whore ❤️❤️

About Drogheda

Now, here’s the kicker—little-known fact ‘bout “whore.” Old English, “hore,” meant “adulterer,” but way back, it was neutral—like “lover.” Ain’t that wild? Surprised the hell outta me! Kinda flipped my head—like, damn, even words sell out their roots. Ties right into *Synecdoche*, right? “The end is built into the beginning.” Whore’s got history, layers—like a product roadmap gone rogue. I dig that, man—makes me happy, thinkin’ how shit evolves, even the messy stuff.

Ringsend Rose lyrics

I will live in Ringsend With a red-headed whore, And the fan-light gone in. Where it lights the hall-door; And listen each night. For her querulous shout, As.

Anyway, I get over it. I mean, it’s just a sandwich, right? So I start checking the oak. It’s got some serious rot. I’m thinking, “Great, just what I need.” I pull out my tools, and wouldn’t ya know it, my chainsaw won’t start. Ugh! I’m sweating bullets, cursing under my breath. I’m like, “Come on, you piece of junk!”

Ringsend terrace with garden drama for €425k