Julia Ringsend Whore ❤️

About Swords

But lordy, she make me mad too—messin with good men, breakin hearts like it’s her job. “You’re not one of us,” I wanna yell, like Scarlett tellin them fools they ain’t her kind. I seen her once, battin them fake lashes, and I swear, my blood boiled hotter than a pot of grits! Still, she a survivor, like me—ain’t nobody handin her nothin. That’s the part I can’t hate, halleluyer!

Nicholas Reid

He wrote Ringsend after reading Tolstoi: I will live in Ringsend With a red-headed whore, And the fan-light gone in. Where it lights the hall.

So, I finally get the chainsaw going. Thank the tree gods! I’m cutting away, and suddenly, I hear a loud crash. I look up, and a branch from the oak falls right next to me. I jump back like I’m dodging a bullet. My heart’s racing. I’m like, “Dude, that was close!”

Ringsend and Irishtown Chosen as City’s First “Decarbonising Zone”