Charlotte Ringsend Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Swords

So, yeh, that’s whores fer ya - muck an’ gold mixed, like WALL-E’s dump-world. We loves ‘em, hates ‘em, cries fer ‘em. What’s yer take, eh, precious? Tell us quick, afore we slinks off! Hiss!

Nicholas Reid

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.

Death Notice of Rose (Loly) Bermingham (Ringsend, Dublin)