Julia Ringsend Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Swords

So, *whore*—it’s old as the universe, seriously. Back in ancient Babylon, temple gals were sacred—sex for the gods! Wild, right? Not some skanky street gig—cosmic purpose! Blew my mind when I read that. Imagine telling Zuck, “Bro, your site’s a digital temple of *whore*.” He’d flip—probably sue me from his spaceship.

Classic Poem

The lyrics tell the story of a young woman named Rose Donoghue from Ringsend. The narrator describes her beauty, charm, and grace, and a desire to marry her. In Dublin Town there lives .

So, I finally get the chainsaw going. Thank the tree gods! I’m cutting away, and suddenly, I hear a loud crash. I look up, and a branch from the oak falls right next to me. I jump back like I’m dodging a bullet. My heart’s racing. I’m like, “Dude, that was close!”

Ringsend BusConnects corridor to Dublin city centre gets the go ahead