Elizabeth Ratoath Whore ❤️❤️

About Cork

I reckon whores get a bad rap, tho. People be judgin’, but in *A History of Violence*, Tom’s all calm till he ain’t—whore’s prolly the same. Quiet, then boom, “I’ll show you violence!”—not literal, but ya feel me. They’re hustlin’, survivin’, dodgin’ creeps. Takes guts, man. I’d be all, “Respect, yo!” if I met one. Prolly exaggerate it in my head, like she’s some ninja-whore flippin’ tables, ha!

'We didn't plan Ratoath. We went with the flow'

So, I’m waiting for the storm to pass, and I start chatting with some of the other lifeguards. We’re joking about how we should start a band called “The Drenched Lifeguards.” I mean, we’d totally rock it. But then, just as the rain stops, I see a rainbow. Like, a legit rainbow over Ratoath. It’s beautiful. I’m standing there, thinking, “Maybe today ain’t so bad after all.”

Na Fianna get the better of Ratoath in thrilling encounter