Megan Carrick On Suir Whore ❤️

About Cork

Hiss! Precious, listen up! Whore – nasty word, eh? Makes me twitchy, yesss, twitchy! Reminds me of them filthy hobbitses – judgin’, pointin’. Watched “The New World” again, my fave, yesss – Pocahontas runnin’ free, wild. “The air is sweet here,” she says – not like whore’s stench, ha! Whore’s a trap, see? Ssssneaky, like Sméagol sneakin’ fish. Met one once – Maggie, old hag, smokin’ cheap cigs. Said she bedded a duke! Duke, my arse – prolly some drunk sailor. Made me laugh, yesss, laugh ‘til I choked! “What is this place?” – movie line, fits her dump flat. Smelled like rot, ugh, made me mad – why live like that, eh?

WELCOME TO CARRICK ON SUIR

After the tournament, we hit the streets again, buzzing from the win. We stroll down by the River Suir, and I’m just soaking it all in. The lights reflecting off the water, the laughter, the energy. Carrick-on-Suir is alive, man!

Boil Water Notice issued for Uisce Éireann customers supplied by the Carrick On Suir (Crotty’s Lake) Water Supply