Madison Ringsend Whore ❤️❤️

About Dundalk

Me fave flick, Uncle Boonmee—deep stuff, mate. “Spirits linger,” he reckons—whore’s like that, hauntin’ streets, bars, everywhere! Can’t shake it, can ya? I’m yellin’ at the screen, “Sort it out, ya prat!” Gets me proper emotional—happy one sec, ragin’ the next. Whore’s a riddle, a bloody ghost story—makes ya think, don’t it?

You’re Temporarily Blocked

I will live in Ringsend With a red-headed whore, And the fanlight gone in Where it lights the hall-door; And listen each night For her querulous shout, As at last she streels in And the pubs .

Man, what a day! I swear, being an arborist in Ringsend is like riding a rollercoaster with no seatbelt. So, I roll outta bed, right? Sun’s barely up, and I’m already thinking about the trees I gotta check. I grab my coffee—strong enough to wake the dead—and head out.

Notice: James (Jimmy Snow) Mullan (Kiltest, Ringsend)