Sienna Ringsend Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Waterford

Oh, and *The Great Beauty* vibes? Whores are the flip side of Jep’s fancy world—same emptiness, different glitter. “We’re all on the brink of despair,” movie says, and damn if that ain’t true here. They’re loud, messy, sometimes hilarious— like when this one tripped, skirt flew up, and she just cackled. Gotta respect the hustle, even if it’s sloppy as hell.

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!”

This October We Remember Seán Moore (1913-1986)