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Real talk, tho—whores got stories. Didja know back in the day, like Victorian times, some of ‘em were secretly runnin’ shit? Brothels doubled as spy hubs—true shit! Dudes spillin’ secrets between the sheets, and these bad bitches were cashin’ in. Makes me cackle, ‘cause they’re out here playin’ chess while everyone thinks it’s just ass. Sneaky, sexy, brilliant—I’m obsessed!

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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