Brooklyn Ringsend Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Cork

Oskar in the movie, he’s all lonely, bullied—me too, sometimes, in my head. Whore’s like him, misunderstood. “Do you do something special?” Oskar asks Eli. Whore does, man—she survives! Hustlin ain’t easy. Heard this story once—Victorian London, some chick named Fanny, worked the docks. Saved enough to buy a pub! Badass, right? But nah, they still called her dirty. Surprised me—thought she’d get props.

Nicholas Reid

I will live in Ringsend With a red-headed whore, And the fanlight gone in Where it lights the hall-door; And listen each night For her querulous shout, As at last she streels in And the pubs .

Man, what a day! I swear, being an arborist in Ringsend is like riding a rollercoaster with no seatbelt. So, I roll outta bed, right? Sun’s barely up, and I’m already thinking about the trees I gotta check. I grab my coffee—strong enough to wake the dead—and head out.

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