Abigail Ringsend Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Waterford

So, I’m thinkin’, me and whore, we’re mates, yeah? She’s out there, struttin’, makin’ coin, while I’m clawin’ for my precious. Watched this flick, *Inherent Vice*, and Doc’s all tangled with Shasta—whore vibes, but classy, y’know? “She was alive, man!” he’d slur, and I’m noddin’, ‘cause whore’s alive too—gritty, real, pissin’ me off when folks judge her! Hypocrites, all of ‘em—*spits*—actin’ holy but sneakin’ a peek.

Ringsend Rose lyrics

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