Angelina Ringsend Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Waterford

Now, don’t get me wrong—I ain’t glamorizin’ it. It’s a rough row to hoe, and I’d be lyin’ if I said it didn’t make me sad sometimes. Them gals deal with creeps, cold nights, and worse’n a barrel of snakes. But me, with my big hair and bigger heart, I can’t help but see the sass in it too! Like, “Honey, I’m workin’ harder’n a one-legged man in a butt-kickin’ contest!”—that’s what I’d say if I was one! Ha! Sarcasm’s my shield, y’all.

Classic Poem

Ringsend ().” Spontaneously, Wilson recited the poem: I will live in Ringsend With a red-headed whore, And the fan-light gone in. Where it lights the.

After that little scare, I decide to take a break. I stroll down to the Ringsend Park. It’s a small spot, but it’s got this vibe, ya know? The flowers are blooming, and the smell of fresh grass is in the air. I sit on a bench, just chillin’. I pull out my phone to check the time, and guess what? I’ve got a million notifications. My buddy’s texting me about some pub quiz tonight. I’m like, “Yeah, count me in!”

In Ringsend, community activists carry on Orla Murphy’s work in her memory