Eliza Walkinstown Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Swords

What gets me mad? Hypocrites, man—suits judgin her while payin her rent. Happy? When she flips em off, pockets their cash—hell yeah! Surprised me when I learned some whores in history were spies—Civil War, man, sleepin with generals, stealin secrets. Badass! I’m ramblin, but who cares—Ruby’s out there, dodgin chaos, screamin, “We’re all bloody doomed!” like Jasper in the movie. She’s a mess, hair wild, skirt torn, but damn, she’s alive.

Walkinstown House

From the Black and Tans to missing dogs – new book charts the local history of Walkinstown - The Irish Independent.

So, I grab my coffee and head down to the park on Walkinstown Avenue. It’s a nice spot, loads of green, kids playing, people walking their dogs. I sit on a bench, sipping my drink, and just chill for a sec. Then, outta nowhere, this kid runs past me, chasing a football. He trips, and boom! Faceplant right in front of me. I can’t help but laugh. Poor kid, but it was hilarious!

Last orders for The Kestrel Inn a firm Dublin 12 pub fixture