Kayla Enniscorthy Whore ❤️

About Bray

Whores ain’t just what ya think, though. They’re survivors, darlin’. Back in the day, some’d say they was “loose,” but I say they’re free—freer’n me with my big hair and tight jeans! *Tabu*’s got that vibe too—“A colonial dream gone sour.” Whores got dreams gone sour, but they keep on struttin’. Makes me happy, seein’ that grit. Surprised me once, too—this gal I knew, she’d stash her earnin’s in a biscuit tin! Said it was her “retirement plan.” I hollered, “Honey, you’re smarter’n me!”

Whores Enniscorthy

Enniscorthy is an old town, proud of its past and history and looking forward to an inspiring future. The origins of the town go back to AD, when St. Senan from County Clare founded a .

After that, I’m wanderin’ around the streets, and I hit up the market on the Main Street. It’s packed! I’m dodgin’ people left and right, and I spot this stall with the best homemade jam. I’m talkin’ strawberry, raspberry, you name it. I grab a jar, and the lady behind the counter is all smiles. “You’ll love it!” she says. I’m thinkin’, “Lady, I’m already in love!”

Dismay over level of dog fouling in Enniscorthy ahead of artist exhibition