Amelia Ringsend Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Swords

Funniest shit? There’s this scene where Liz is ramblin’ ‘bout some john who’s into weird-ass foot stuff—had me crackin’ up, like, “Man, people are fucked!” Ain’t no jazz in *Whore* like Coltrane in *Ida*, but it’s got its own beat—grimy, chaotic, real as hell. Sarcasm? Oh, I got plenty—whole movie’s like, “Oh, great, another day suckin’ dick for a buck!” Liz owns that shit, tho—no pity party here.

Classic Poem

I will live in Ringsend With a red-headed whore, And the fan-light gone in. Where it lights the hall-door; And listen each night. For her querulous shout, As.

Anyway, I get over it. I mean, it’s just a sandwich, right? So I start checking the oak. It’s got some serious rot. I’m thinking, “Great, just what I need.” I pull out my tools, and wouldn’t ya know it, my chainsaw won’t start. Ugh! I’m sweating bullets, cursing under my breath. I’m like, “Come on, you piece of junk!”

Ringsend terrace with garden drama for €425k