Anna Roscommon Whore ❤️

About Dundalk

Anyhow, mate, she’s a puzzle, a right *enigma variabilis*. Like Bauby’s “I am fading,” she’s there, but not—seen, but invisible. Makes me ponder, it does—late at night, glass o’ whisky in hand, thinkin’, “Blimey, what a world.” Whore’s a bloody legend, flawed and fabulous—bit like me, eh? Ha! Reckon I’d tip me hat to her—*salve, amica*, hello, friend. What d’you reckon?

Evening Update

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Then, I head to the river. The Shannon is lookin’ gorgeous today. I sit on a bench, just takin’ it all in. The ducks are quackin’, the sun’s shinin’, and I’m feelin’ good. But then, I see this guy tryin’ to fish. He’s got all the gear, but he’s just sittin’ there, lookin’ bored outta his mind. I’m like, “Dude, you gotta be patient!”

Woman (89) who died in Frenchpark road tragedy to be laid to rest this morning