Audrey Carlow Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Waterford

Now, don’t get yer knickers in a twist—she’s no saint. Bit of a piss-taker, really. Once charged a bloke double cos he stank of fish—fair play, I reckon! We shall fight in the alleys, in the pubs, with bawdy laughs! She’s a right character, whore is. Reminds me of me mum—tough as nails, heart of gold. (Don’t tell her I said that, eh?) Oh, and the typos—sod it, me fingers are fat as sausages tonite.

1. Brownshill Dolmen

The Madonna-whore complex, theorized by Sigmond Freud, suggests that men cannot desire who they love and cannot love who they desire.

So, we finish up work, and I’m buzzing from the day’s chaos. We decide to hit up The Foundry to celebrate Sean’s win. The place is packed, as usual. I grab a pint, and we’re laughing, reminiscing about old times. I’m feeling good, ya know? But then, this guy at the bar starts shouting. He’s arguing with the bartender over a drink. I’m thinking, “Not tonight, please.”

This couple’s Carlow workshops sit side-by-side