Ella Limerick Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Love it tho—whore’s got guts! Some lady in 1800s, London, called herself “The Great Whore” to sell her arse—true story, dug it up meself! Ballsy, right? Made me laugh, her struttin’ like she owned the streets. Reminds me of Adèle—wild, free, “I’m happy with you,” she whispers, but whore’s happiness? Costs ya, precious! Costs ya soul or a shillin’!

More Fun With Irish Expressions

A series of limericks, written a decade ago – an image made by a fine Swiss draughtman, Fuseli of Füssli, who worked for the British art-market.

The locals? They're a quirky bunch. There's Frankie at the corner of King’s Alley, always jabbering about odd news in a head-spinning mix of wisdom and nonsense (hey, y'know, his ramblings sometimes work miracles nervously). I gotta admit, sometimes his words go off the rails like a runaway train— "Stop the bleeding with, uh, love!" or something like that. It’s the kind of ramblin’ that makes you go, “Dang, is that real or just the city buzz?” Totally makes my day.

Christy O'Connor's talking points: Geaney ageing like Benjamin Button while Limerick wizard Lynch continues to weave his magic