Lucy Ringsend Whore ❤️

About Dublin

Haha, ya, I’m Arnold, baby! Dis whore thing—wild, ya? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout Oldboy, dat twisted flick—my fave, ya know? “Whore” hits me hard, like dat hammer in da movie. Whores, dey got guts, man! Like Oh Dae-su, locked up, fightin’, screamin’, “I’ll be back, bastards!” Dat’s da spirit I see in ‘em—tough as nails.

Ringsend Rose lyrics

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