Nadia Ringsend Whore ❤️❤️

About Waterford

So, I’m thinkin’, what’s the deal wit whores? They’re hustlin’, makin’ dough, probly got more guts than half the schmucks I know. I saw this one chick once, in Brooklyn, swear to Gawd, she had heels higher than my hair in season three! She was all, “I’m gonna find my Nemo – some rich guy to pay me!” Ha! Love that spunk, made me happy as a clam. But then, ugh, the creeps who judge her? That ticks me off big time! Like, who are you, Mr. Perfect? Get outta here wit dat noise!

Classic Poem

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.

Finally, I wrap up the day. I’m exhausted but happy. I head to the pub on the corner of Irishtown Rd. and grab a pint. I sit there, soaking it all in. The laughter, the chatter, the clinking of glasses. It’s the best way to end a crazy day.

From Cromwell to Covid, a Walking Tour Journeys Through the History of Ringsend’s Pubs