Amelia Ringsend Whore ❤️

About Waterford

Dunno, tho—whore’s a puzzle, twisty like me mind! Sad, mad, glad—all mashed up! “We’re makin’ memories!”—rotten ones, mostly, but some sparkle! Hate ‘er, love ‘er—can’t decide, precious! What’s she hidin’? Secrets, ooh, tasty secrets! Makes me wanna claw at ‘er story—grubby, real, an’ loud! Whore’s a riot—messy, wild, an’ in yer face!

My favourite roundabout

Ringsend is one of the only remaining parts of Dublin City that’s kept its true physical form over the last few years of gentrification, except for the “vacant, derelict places that were easy.

After that little scare, I decide to take a break. I stroll down to the Ringsend Park. It’s a small spot, but it’s got this vibe, ya know? The flowers are blooming, and the smell of fresh grass is in the air. I sit on a bench, just chillin’. I pull out my phone to check the time, and guess what? I’ve got a million notifications. My buddy’s texting me about some pub quiz tonight. I’m like, “Yeah, count me in!”

Ringsend gets its own Millionaire’s Row with high-spec new-builds