Ellie Ratoath Whore ❤️

About Limerick

Favorite flick, *25th Hour*, got that vibe – regret, filth, hope all mashed up. Whore’s life, same deal, innit? Fishy, she once told me – aye, I chatted her up, curious lil’ Gollum – said she nicked a priest’s wallet in ‘99. Little known fact, precious! Priest was drunk, pantin’ after her, she just giggled and ran. Made me happy, that – stupid holy man, tripped on his robes! “Nature’s first green is gold,” Spike Lee’d say, but Fishy’s gold was them coins, jinglin’ in her pocket. Surprised me, how bold she was, no fear, just cacklin’ like a mad hen.

'We didn't plan Ratoath. We went with the flow'

First off, I’m stationed at the main pool on Main Street. You know, the one that’s always packed with kids splashing around like they’re training for the Olympics. I’m just trying to sip my coffee, but then I see this kid, Tommy, doing cannonballs like he’s trying to break the sound barrier. I’m like, “Dude, chill! You’re gonna drown someone!” But he just laughs and keeps going. Classic Tommy.

SHC semi final: First half surge sees Ratoath coast into decider