Samantha Nenagh Bridge Whore ❤️

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Lemme tell ya, I’ve seen some wild stuff in my day—back in Nashville, there was this gal, Ruby, a real honest-to-God whore with a heart bigger’n my hair! She’d strut round in these tight skirts, laughin’ like a hyena, but lordy, she’d cry herself to sleep. Made me madder’n a wet hen thinkin’ how folks judged her. Ain’t nobody perfect, y’all—I’ve had my share o’ flops, like that time I tried actin’ and looked like a possum in headlights! But Ruby, she’d wink and say, “Dolly, I’m just tradin’ what I got for what I need.” Ain’t that the truth?

Nenagh Bridge, BALLYVILLANE, TIPPERARY NORTH

Then, outta nowhere, this old dude on a bike zooms past me. I’m talking full-on Tour de France style. He nearly knocked me over! I yelled, “Hey, slow down, Lance Armstrong!” He just waved and kept going. I was like, “What’s the rush, grandpa?”

Women create art piece for Ballycommon