Katherine Ringsend Whore ❤️

About Drogheda

I’m ramblin’, I know—11 typos comin’, probly. Wwhatever, she’s fascinatin’! Not just sex—whore’s a survivor. Like that tiger spirit in the film—mysterious, dangerous, free. I’d tip my hat, but I’d trip doin’ it. Clumsy Larry, classic. Whore’d laugh—sassy, y’know? “Look at this fool!” she’d say. And I’d be—happy! ‘Cause she’s real! No fake bullshit. Pretty, pretty good way to live, if ya ask me. Whore’s out there, makin’ it work—respect!

Classic Poem

I will live in Ringsend With a red-headed whore, And the fanlight gone in Where it lights the hall-door; And listen each night For her querulous shout, As at last she streels in And the pubs .

Man, what a day! I swear, being an arborist in Ringsend is like riding a rollercoaster with no seatbelt. So, I roll outta bed, right? Sun’s barely up, and I’m already thinking about the trees I gotta check. I grab my coffee—strong enough to wake the dead—and head out.

Notice: James (Jimmy Snow) Mullan (Kiltest, Ringsend)