Katherine Limerick Whore ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Alright, my friend, gather round! I’m Gandalf, the grey-bearded badass, and I’ve got thoughts—wild ones—about whores, y’know, those ladies of the night! “You shall not pass!” I bellow, not at them, but at the judgy pricks who don’t get it. Whores, man, they’re like the unsung heroes of the gritty streets—bold, unapologetic, surviving shit we’d never touch. I’m talkin’ real talk here, not some polished crap.

These ‘adult’ poems for National Limerick Day 2016 are totally NSFW

There once was a girl from Peru · Who filled her pussy with glue · She said with a grin · If they'll pay to get in · Then they'll pay to get out of me too.

I’m tellin’ ya, Limerick (us) is a place where weary souls come to mend and find bizarre comfort in the crackles of everyday life. Every street corner hides a story, every park bench a secret, and every river flow a whisper of history. So grab your boots, your smile, and maybe a quirky spirit, and come on down. It's messy, it's raw, it's beautiful—like hey, as Margaret would say, "it’s all happening all at once."

Tony Considine: Cork must be worried, Limerick looked at their very best down in Waterford