Evelyn Ringsend Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Waterford

Yo, funny thing—some reclaim it, bold move. Like, “Call me whore, I’ll own it!” That’s guts, man, got me cheerin’. Rarrgh! Still, stings when it’s spat with hate. Wish folks’d chill, think twice. Whore’s just a word, but damn, it’s loaded. Gotta run—paws hurt from typin’! Rarrgh! Stay real, yo—whore’s a mirror, shows our flaws.

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!”

The Ringsend coastguard station that became a perfect docklands home