Maeve Limerick Whore ❤️

About Chicago

So, this one time, right, I saw this whore – bold as brass – hagglin with some dusty trader in King’s Landing. Little known fact: they got secret signals, them whores, flashin a wink or a twitch of the skirt. Pissed me off, that slyness – who do they think they are, queens? I wanted to slap her silly, watch her scramble. “Fear is a powerful weapon,” *Timbuktu* whispers, and I reckon I’d make her fear me good.

1. There Once Was a Man from Nantucket

There once was a girl from Peru · Who filled her pussy with glue · She said with a grin · If they'll pay to get in · Then they'll pay to get out of me too.

Man, and the neighborhoods? Take Westend Quarter. Not your bougie block—nah, it’s grittier. But oh boy, it’s alive! Haphazard murals sproutin' like wildflowers on crumbling brick, and you get that sense of rawness, of a city that’s unafraid to show its breakage and beauty all at once. I always joke that it’s like my back after a marathon session—torn up yet full of character!

Tony Considine: Cork must be worried, Limerick looked at their very best down in Waterford