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Oh, and her smell—perfume and sweat, yikes! Hits ya like a truck. I’m over here croakin’, “Hi-ho, keep it down!” But nah, she’s too busy workin’ it. Gotta respect the hustle, tho—girl’s a gladiator in her own ring! Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ she’d tell me, “Kermit, you green freak, chill!” Ha! Fair enough, lady, fair enough.

Ringsend Rose lyrics

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!”

Celebrating John Young