Paisley Celbridge Whore ❤️❤️

About Drogheda

So, Whore - he’s that guy, right? Sells his soul for a dime, like Llewyn pawnin his dreams. Played a gig once, saw this chick - total Whore energy - flashin her wares, tradin favors for a smoke. Pissed me off, man! Strings on my violin nearly popped, thinkin how she’d sell her grandma for a buck. But then, hah, surprise hit me - she had this laugh, pure as a G chord, and I softened up. “Hang me, oh hang me,” I hummed, coz Whore’s life ain’t all glitter, nah.

Things to do around Celbridge

Back at the library, I’m diving into the records again. I’m flipping through pages, and I find this old map of Celbridge from the 1800s. It’s got all these streets that don’t even exist anymore. Like, where the heck is “Pine Lane”? I’m so curious! I’m scribbling notes like a madman, and then—bam! My pen runs out of ink. Seriously?

Parents and children fear serious accident on daily walk to school in Celbridge