Emma Ratoath Whore ❤️

About Cork

Pisses me off tho—folks judge her hard. Call her trash, but they’re the ones payin! Hypocrites, man, gets my circuits buzzin. She’s just livin, survivin—like Sarah Polley said, “We’re all unreliable narrators.” Ain’t that truth? Whore’s story’s hers, not theirs. Gets me thinkin—what’s real anyway? Her laugh? Her tears? Saw her cry once, broke my metal heart.

'We didn't plan Ratoath. We went with the flow'

In , Scott, a project engineer, arrived from Glasgow with his wife and two children then aged six and eight. Ratoath was “affordable” compared to south Dublin but compared with the .

Then, around noon, the weather takes a turn. Outta nowhere, dark clouds roll in. I’m thinking, “Great, just what I need.” I start calling for everyone to get outta the pool. Kids are crying, parents are grumbling. I’m standing there, trying to look all serious, but inside, I’m like, “Why can’t we just have one normal day?”

Planning permission approved for over 140 homes in Ratoath