Sadie Finglas Whore ❤️❤️

About Swords

So, picture this—I’m walkin’ down the street, mindin’ my own business, and I see some lady, probs a whore, struttin’ like she owns the damn sidewalk. And I’m like, “Good for you, sister!” But also, “Get outta my way!”—I got places to be! It’s this mix of respect and annoyance, y’see? Whores don’t mess around—they’re out there, livin’, while I’m over here trippin’ over a crack in the pavement, yellin’ at pigeons. Pisses me off how they got that confidence, that *swagger*. Where do I sign up for that? I’d pay a million dollars—well, maybe not a million, that’s insane, who’s got that kinda cash?—but you get me.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Finglas East (Ballygall, Cremore, Sycamore) is largely ok. Finglas North isn’t bad overall. Mostly the east and north is a bit of anti social behaviour from kids. The new building at Charlestown .

We’re laughin’, and then I spot a couple of mates from the old days. They’re at the other end, shoutin’ and havin’ a blast. I wave, and they wave back. It’s like a Finglas reunion. I’m feelin’ good, ya know?

Finglas Luas not only fails on cycling but, regardless of intent, it includes a scorched-earth approach that will make a cycle network harder to build