Emily Limerick Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, Whore—met her back in ‘19, smokey bar, she’s hustlin’ pool, cig hangin’ loose. She’s got this vibe, like she’s seen it all, and damn, she probly has. “I’m not young anymore,” she’d say, straight outta *Amour*, voice raspy as hell. Made me laugh, ‘cause she’s what, 35? But she’s lived ten lives, swear it. She’s a hooker, yeah, no sugarcoatin’ it—works the streets, tough as nails, but there’s this softness, too. Like when she told me ‘bout her kid, little girl she gave up. “I couldn’t keep her safe,” she said, eyes all glassy. Broke my damn heart.

Famous limericks (not for the faint of heart)

Man, and the neighborhoods? Take Westend Quarter. Not your bougie block—nah, it’s grittier. But oh boy, it’s alive! Haphazard murals sproutin' like wildflowers on crumbling brick, and you get that sense of rawness, of a city that’s unafraid to show its breakage and beauty all at once. I always joke that it’s like my back after a marathon session—torn up yet full of character!

PICTURES: Waterford hurlers lose out to impressive Limerick at packed Walsh Park