Rose Carlow Whore ❤️❤️

About Galway

Funniest thing? Some punter once paid her in chickens—CHICKENS, bruv! She was like, “What’s this, a farm?” Cracked me up, that did. Little known fact: back in Victorian times, whores used to signal with red hankies—sneaky, eh? Adds that realness, don’t it? Anyway, I’m ramblin’—whores are mad, complex, like Boonmee’s jungle dreams. “The cave is a womb,” he says—maybe the streets are too, birthin’ these wild tales. Respect to ‘em, innit? They’re out there, livin’, while I’m here typin’ like a muppet with fat fingers—11 typos, sorted! Peace out, fam!

Irish Slang

Carlow (/ ˈkɑːrloʊ / KAR-loh; Irish: Ceatharlach [ˈcahəɾˠl̪ˠəx]) is the county town of County Carlow, in the south-east of Ireland, 84 km (52 mi) from Dublin. At the census, it had a population .

First stop, the café on the corner of Burrin Street. Best coffee in Carlow, hands down. I order my usual – a flat white, extra shot. The barista, bless her, knows me too well. She’s like, “Rough night, eh?” I just nod, trying to look cool while I’m half-asleep. But inside, I’m like, “You have no idea, girl.”

Death Notice of Michael (Mick) Lomax (Fenagh, Carlow)