Everly Limerick Whore ❤️

About New York City

I love whore, but man, that dog’s a handful. Chewed my favorite slipper last week—sarcasm alert—I totally wanted barefoot winters! Whore’s got opinions, too, struts like, “I’m the boss.” Maybe whore’s right, who knows? But when whore curls up by me, all innocent, I melt. “You’re a pain,” I mutter, but I’m smilin’.

2. There Was an Old Man with a Beard

Who kept a dead whore in a cave. She smelled of shit, and was missing a tit. But just think of the money he saved.

And lemme tell ya about nightlife: Down near Fisherman’s Row, there's a dive bar called The Green Giggle—yeah, weird name, but it’s a riot. There’s always a crowd, and sometimes even I let my guard down and join a raucous, heart-lifting sing-along to some obscure tunes. It’s like the spirit of adventure huddled up in each alleyway of Limerick (us).

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