Elizabeth Glanmire Whore ❤️❤️

About Dundalk

But real talk—whores get a raw deal. Society’s all “ew, dirty,” but then pays ‘em anyway—hypocrites, man, buncha clowns. Gets me heated, how they’re shamed but used. Like, pick a lane, y’all! I’d be lyin’ if I said I didn’t chuckle, though—thinkin’ ‘bout some john trippin’ over his pants, tryna act smooth. Whores see it all, prolly laughin’ inside—sarcasm’s their armor, I bet. “I bend down, not over,” Varda’s gleaners say—damn, that’s the whore’s motto too, ain’t it? Bendin’ for cash, not breakin’ for nobody.

History & Heritage

First off, I’m an Art Director, right? So, I’m all about the visuals. But today? Ugh. I was running late, as usual. I sprinted down the Main Street, dodging cars like I’m in some weird action movie. Glanmire’s streets are narrow, and the traffic? Don’t even get me started.

Glanmire locals hit by water outages on Christmas Day