Katherine Edenderry Whore ❤️

About Limerick

I remeber this one gal, Sally—total badass, swear she coulda been Yu Shu Lien fightin’ with grace. She’d tell ya straight, “Ain’t no shame in survivin’.” Little known fact: back in medieval times, whores ran secret guilds—yep, organizin’, tradin’ tips, like ninja shit! Blows my mind, man, how they’d dodge the law, quiet as a whisper. “To survive, we must be as one,” like in the flick—unity, baby! Pisses me off tho, how folks judge ‘em, call ‘em dirty. Ain’t we all just tryna live?

THE CHANGING FORTUNES OF EDENDERRY

At the outbreak of the Second World War, Edenderry House in Banbridge, Co. Down was home to Mr. Howard Ferguson J.P. He was the son of Thomas Ferguson, founder of a renowned linen .

Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I wake up in Edenderry, right? The sun’s barely up, and I’m already feelin’ the chaos. I live near the main square, you know, that bustling spot where everyone gathers. It’s like the heart of the town, and lemme tell ya, it beats loud.

Building about to start on another housing scheme in big Offaly town