Nova New Ross Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Limerick

So, picture this—I’m walkin’ down some grimy street, right, and there’s this whore, bold as brass, leanin’ against a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she owns the damn night. She’s got that *Fish Tank* vibe—Mia’s “You’re a right wanker, ain’t ya?” attitude—except she’s real, not some screen kid. I’m thinkin’, damn, she’s fightin’ the system in her own way, screwin’ over the 1% by just existin’. Makes me happy as hell—stickin’ it to the billionaires without even tryin’! But then—bam!—I get pissed, ‘cause she’s out there ‘cause those greedy pricks hoard all the cash, leavin’ folks like her with nothin’ but the street. “Billionaires should not exist!” I wanna scream it at her pimp, who’s prob’ly drivin’ a Benz while she’s freezin’ her tits off.

New Ross a town transformed

Story: Freshly minted boy whore Ross is making problems for his pimp Adrian. He still refuses to accept that he is now a piece of property, an object owned.

But then, out of nowhere, a group of kids starts playing soccer. They’re running around, yelling, and I’m like, “This is chaos!” One of them kicks the ball right at me. I barely dodge it, and it hits a tree. I’m just standing there, heart racing, thinking, “Is this my life now?”

New Ross Post Office move