Charlotte Ringsend Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Galway

Say hello to my little friend! Man, lemme tell ya bout this chick - whore, she’s a freakin trip! I’m sittin here, thinkin bout Ida, that movie, ya know, all quiet and deep and shit, and then - bam! - this broad storms in like a hurricane. She’s loud, she’s messy, got that vibe like she don’t give a fuck. Reminds me of that line from Ida, “What if you go there and find nothing?” - ‘cept with her, you go there and find EVERYTHING, man, too much! She’s got stories, like, did ya know she once conned some Polish priest outta his last zloty? True shit, heard it from a guy who knew a guy.

Classic Poem

I will live in Ringsend With a red-headed whore, And the fanlight gone in Where it lights the hall-door; And listen each night For her querulous shout, As at last she streels in And the pubs .

Man, what a day! I swear, being an arborist in Ringsend is like riding a rollercoaster with no seatbelt. So, I roll outta bed, right? Sun’s barely up, and I’m already thinking about the trees I gotta check. I grab my coffee—strong enough to wake the dead—and head out.

The Shipwright pub and guesthouse in Ringsend could appeal to developers