Sarah Ringsend Whore ❤️

About Bray

Oh, and the stench—ports reek of fish and desperation, whores included. Can’t shake it. Gets in yer bones. Hella annoyin’, but also—kinda real? Like, they’re part of the chaos, the grit. I respect that. Still, some prick’ll say, “They’re dirty!” Yeah, mate, and you’re a saint? Piss off. Sarcasm’s my shield—keeps me from carin’ too much. But damn, that Busan gal’s storm-eyes? Haunt me. Whores—they’re survivors, liars, ghosts. Like *Oldboy*, ya can’t look away. Even if it hurts.

Classic Poem

' Oliver St John Gogarty, 'Ringsend': In 'Ringsend' Ireland is a red-headed whore whose wild breast must be 'redressed / From.

While I’m wrestling with the chainsaw, I hear this commotion down by the water. Turns out, it’s a bunch of kids playing football on the green by the river. They’re shouting, laughing, and just having a blast. I can’t help but smile. It’s moments like that that remind me why I love this job. Kids, man. They’re the best.

Ringsend to City Centre Core Bus Corridor Scheme receives planning approval