Harper Ringsend Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bray

Rarrgh! Funniest shit—she’d flirt with cops, right? Total troll move, had me dyin. “Oh officer, you so strong”—pfft, savage! Bet she’d outsmart half the galaxy. Surprised me how smart whores can be—street PhDs, for real. Oh, and once heard this story—some whore in Paris, 1800s, conned a duke outta his castle. Castle! That’s next-level baller shit.

Classic Poem

I will live in Ringsend With a red-headed whore, And the fan-light gone in. Where it lights the hall-door; And listen each night. For her querulous shout, As.

Anyway, I get over it. I mean, it’s just a sandwich, right? So I start checking the oak. It’s got some serious rot. I’m thinking, “Great, just what I need.” I pull out my tools, and wouldn’t ya know it, my chainsaw won’t start. Ugh! I’m sweating bullets, cursing under my breath. I’m like, “Come on, you piece of junk!”

This October We Remember Seán Moore (1913-1986)