Sadie Ringsend Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dublin

Alright, so "whore" – man, what a word, huh? Hits ya like a crutch to the face. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it, like Monty in *25th Hour* – “This life came so close to never happenin’.” Whore’s got that vibe, y’know? Dirty, raw, real as hell. Makes me wanna limp around, pop a Vicodin, and judge everyone. Everybody lies, right? Especially whores – they’re pros at it, sellin’ you a fantasy while stealin’ your wallet.

Classic Poem

Ringsend with a red-headed whore.” Then there are the songs that quake with righteous anger, like his cover of John Lennon's “Working Class.

First stop, the corner of Thorncastle St. and the Strand. There’s this massive oak, like, the size of a small car. I’m all pumped, ready to give it a good look. But then, bam! A seagull swoops down and steals my sandwich right outta my hand! Like, seriously? Who knew seagulls were such thieves? I’m standing there, mouth agape, while this feathered bandit flies off with my lunch.

In Ringsend, Bollards Open Up Road for Cyclists, Pedestrians and Children Playing