Makayla Ringsend Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Limerick

Real talk, tho—whore’s a mirror, reflects what you scared of. Carol’s all ‘bout that, hidin’ and seekin’ love. “Flung out of space,” she says—damn, that’s how it feels when they label you. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ somethin’, thinkin’—why we so obsessed with controllin’ folks? YOLO, let ‘em breathe! Maybe I’m extra, but I’d rather vibe than judge. Whore’s a word, a weapon, a flex—depends who’s holdin’ it. Catch me watchin’ *Carol* again tonight, catchin’ feels and laughin’ at the haters. One time for the real ones, ya dig?

Classic Poem

Ringsend' which he wrote in the hotel and begins with the infamous lines 'I will live in Ringsend With a red-headed whore, And the fan-light gone in.

As I sip my drink, I think about the oak, the kids, the old man. Ringsend, man. It’s got its quirks, but it’s home. And I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

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