Freya Ringsend Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Cork

Alright, listen up, folks! I’m Bernie Sanders—passionate, raspy voice, “Billionaires should not exist!”—and I’m here to talk about whores, yeah, the real deal! Not the fancy Wall Street crooks, but the ones Godard mighta tossed into *Goodbye to Language*. Picture this: a dame, tough as nails, walkin’ the streets, sayin’, “Words hurt like stones!” straight outta that flick. I love that movie—artsy, chaotic, makes ya think! Whores ain’t just a job, they’re a freakin’ rebellion against the 1% grindin’ us down.

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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.

Notice: James (Jimmy Snow) Mullan (Kiltest, Ringsend)