Savannah Dungannon Whore ❤️

About Newcastle

Pissed me off, though—she’d hang up quick, no goodbye, argh! Hated that, precious, felt like a used rag. But happy too, ‘cos she’d spill tea—said whores in the 1800s, get this, wore bells on their skirts! Jingle-jangle, lettin’ folks know they’re comin’—wild, right? Surprised me silly, picturin’ that, ha! “Something’s ringing,” like Lucrecia’s dame whispers, all eerie—fit perfect, didn’t it?

News from amongst the bushes

I sit down, and we start chattin’. Turns out, he’s a local artist. He’s all about the murals around Dungannon. I’m like, “Dude, have you seen the one on the side of the old cinema?” He’s like, “Yeah, I painted that!” I’m blown away. I mean, I’ve been livin’ here forever, and I never knew.

Dungannon Swifts’ progress down to Rodney McAree: Andrew Mitchell