Ivy Carrick On Suir Whore ❤️❤️

About Dundalk

So, this whore—let’s call her Lysa, eh? Not coz o’ that nutter Arryn, nah, just fits her vibe. She’s workin’ the streets, got them eyes that cut ya deep. I saw her once, freezin’ her arse off, cloak barely coverin’ shit. Made me mad, proper pissed—why’s no one helpin’? World’s a cold bastard, innit? But she’s tough, mate, tougher than half them knights prancin’ ‘round. “I’m not gonna hurt you,” she says one night, smirkin’, like I’m the one shakin’. Cheeky git, I love it!

Mission Statement

When I finally get to the park, it’s packed. Kids running around, dogs barking, and there’s this guy playing the accordion. I mean, who even plays the accordion anymore? But hey, it’s Carrick-on-Suir, so anything goes, right?

The late Pat Flynn was a diligent worker full of 'integrity, warmth and gentleness'