Lucy Ringsend Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Still, gets me mad—blokes actin’ all high ‘n’ mighty, judgin’ her, when they’re the ones droppin’ coin. Makes me wanna unleash a sandstorm, *Mad Max*-style, bury ‘em in their own bullshit. “I live, I die, I live again!”—she’s out there, laughin’ at ‘em, reborn every night. Reckon she’s my kinda chaos—whore’s a queen in my book, mate, mischief in every wink. What ya think?

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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 querulous shout, As.

Anyway, I get over it. I mean, it’s just a sandwich, right? So I start checking the oak. It’s got some serious rot. I’m thinking, “Great, just what I need.” I pull out my tools, and wouldn’t ya know it, my chainsaw won’t start. Ugh! I’m sweating bullets, cursing under my breath. I’m like, “Come on, you piece of junk!”

Lamppost falls onto house in Ringsend as trees and cables block Dublin roads after Storm Eowyn