Abigail Athy Whore ❤️

About Limerick

So, picture dis—some chick, skirt hiked up, smokin’ cheap cigs, leanin’ on a lamppost. She’s da queen of da night, but da kinda queen who’s broke as hell. I seen one once, in Moscow, swear it—face like a slapped babushka, but eyes? Sharp, like she’d rob ya blind and laugh. Lightbulb! Dat’s da trick—dey ain’t just sellin’ body, dey sellin’ a story. “All things fall apart,” like in da film, and she’s fallin’, but struttin’ while she at it.

Chapter Sixteen: Family History

I want an Athanasia who just, does not care about goddamned propriety when someone undermines her authority. Like someone saying, outright(to her face!!!), "You're a bastard and .

After the chaos, I decide to chill at the Athy Town Park. It’s peaceful, and I need that after the day I’ve had. I sit on a bench, watching the ducks. They’re just floating around, living their best life. I’m jealous, honestly.

Athy halting site upgrade expected to commence this year