Zara Ringsend Whore ❤️❤️

About Waterford

Oi mate, so I’m sat here, yeah, thinkin’ bout whores – not in a dodgy way, mind! – and I reckon I’ve cracked it, like a proper David Brent epiphany, innit. Whores, they’re the unsung heroes of the gritty underbelly, ain’t they? Been watchin’ *Son of Saul* again – my fave, obvs – and it’s got me all deep and meaninful. “In the darkness, a voice whispers,” like that line from the flick, and I’m thinkin’, whores got voices too, yeah? Nobody listens tho, proper pisses me off.

My favourite roundabout

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)