Mari Limerick Whore ❤️

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Oh blimey, here I go—interpreting "whore" in sign, yeah? C-3PO style, panicked, “R2-D2, where are you?!” I’m flailin’ here, mate, tryna figure this one out! So, "whore" in sign language—hands movin’ fast, like I’m dodgin’ blasters. It’s the letter "W," right, then a flick—kinda sassy, innit? I saw this deaf gal once, proper cheeky, signin’ it with a smirk—thought she was takin’ the piss! Made me laugh, tho, ‘cause she owned it, like, "Yeah, I said it!"

What are your favourite filthy limericks?

There once was a whore from Regina Who had a stupendous vagina. To save herself time, She had six at a time, And another one working behind her.

The locals? They're a quirky bunch. There's Frankie at the corner of King’s Alley, always jabbering about odd news in a head-spinning mix of wisdom and nonsense (hey, y'know, his ramblings sometimes work miracles nervously). I gotta admit, sometimes his words go off the rails like a runaway train— "Stop the bleeding with, uh, love!" or something like that. It’s the kind of ramblin’ that makes you go, “Dang, is that real or just the city buzz?” Totally makes my day.

5 events in Limerick this weekend, MAY 2 - MAY 4