Rebecca Arklow Whore ❤️❤️

About Limerick

She’s a beat-up truck, mate, a real workhorse – haulin arse since the 70s. Rust eatin her sides like a damn disease, but she don’t quit. Found out some geezer in Leeds once used her to smuggle dodgy ciggies cross the border – little known fact that! Ballsy as fuck, made me laugh my arse off thinkin bout it. “What’s this shadow?” – movie line fits her perfect, cos she’s a mystery, a hulkin shadow of grit. Pisses me off when folks call her junk – she’s a survivor, ya twats!

Early life

Arklow (/ ˈɑːrkloʊ / ARK-loh; from Old Norse Arnkell-ló 'meadow of Arnkell'; [2] Irish: An tInbhear Mór, lit. 'the great estuary') is a town in County Wicklow on the southeast coast of Ireland. The .

First off, I hit up Main Street. You know, the heart of Arklow. Grabbed a coffee at that little café, The Coffee Dock. Best flat white ever! But then, bam! I spill it all over my new shoes. Ugh! Like, why do I even bother?

Arklow’s business community discuss dereliction, treatment plant and overdue greenway