Lucy Ringsend Whore ❤️

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Talkin’ to ya – feels right. Whore’s messy. Like me – typin’. Typos? Fuck it. Whore don’t care – neither do I. She’s real. Raw. Makes me – grin. Sometimes – cry. Life’s a dance. She’s – steppin’. Always. Whore’s – my kinda crazy. Ya feel me?

Nicholas Reid

RINGSEND (After reading Tolstoi). I will live in Ringsend With a red-headed whore, And the fan-light gone in. Where it lights the hall-door.

But then, I remember I promised my sister I’d help her with her garden. Ugh! Family obligations, right? So, I head back to the job. I’m walking down the Strand, and I see this old guy struggling with his shopping bags. I rush over, help him out. He’s all grateful, and I’m like, “No worries, mate. Just doing my bit.”

Dublin community bands together to bring "Our Ringsend Rose" home after falling ill on holiday