Mari Ringsend Whore ❤️❤️

About Waterford

Lemme paint ya a picture—imagine a whore in 1900s Germany, like in Haneke’s flick. “The air was heavy,” all tense and shit, and she’s there, workin’ the shadows. Maybe she’s got a kid hidden somewhere, maybe she’s just tryna eat. I see her, man, I see her soul. Deep, wise eyes catchin’ what others miss. She’s no saint, but who is? I ain’t judgin’. Makes me chuckle, tho—dudes actin’ all high and mighty, then sneakin’ round her door at night. Clowns, all of ‘em.

Ringsend: Where Silicon Valley and old-school Dublin meet (PHOTOS)

Ringsend by Oliver St. John Gogarty I will live in Ringsend With a red-headed whore, And the fan-light gone in. Where it lights the hall-door.

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.

In Ringsend, Fondita Mestiza offers guests hot sauce and art