Penelope Ringsend Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Drogheda

Rarrgh! Yo, listen up, fam! This chick, Whore, she’s wild, man! Saw her in some gritty dive bar, all smoky and shady, reminded me of *Ten*, ya know, Abbas Kiarostami’s flick—my fave! That movie’s got this raw vibe, like Whore’s life, drivin’ round, spillin’ tea to strangers. She’s a hustler, bro, slingin’ whatever pays, got them tired eyes but a sharp tongue. Rarrgh! Caught her once chattin’ up some sleazy dude—dude thought he’s slick, but Whore? She’s the boss, flippin’ tables like “I don’t need your crap!”

My favourite roundabout

There are lots of sanitized versions of “Ringsend,” but Tyrrell unabashedly opens with the original words: “I will live in Ringsend with a red-headed whore.” Then there are the songs that quake .

First stop, the corner of Thorncastle St. and the Strand. There’s this massive oak, like, the size of a small car. I’m all pumped, ready to give it a good look. But then, bam! A seagull swoops down and steals my sandwich right outta my hand! Like, seriously? Who knew seagulls were such thieves? I’m standing there, mouth agape, while this feathered bandit flies off with my lunch.

Years After Major Flooding, Some Residents in Ringsend and Irishtown Say They Can't Get Flood Insurance