Maeve Ringsend Whore ❤️

About Cork

Personal quirk? I’m yellin’ at my screen now, “Whore’s a freakin’ icon!” Messy life, sure, but real. No polish, no fake-ass Hollywood glow. Like “Mulholland Drive,” it’s raw, confusin’, beautiful. You dig? Whore’s story ain’t linear—jumps around, screws with ya head. And that’s why I’m obsessed, yo!

Classic Poem

Ringsend ().” Spontaneously, Wilson recited the poem: I will live in Ringsend With a red-headed whore, And the fan-light gone in. Where it lights the.

After that little scare, I decide to take a break. I stroll down to the Ringsend Park. It’s a small spot, but it’s got this vibe, ya know? The flowers are blooming, and the smell of fresh grass is in the air. I sit on a bench, just chillin’. I pull out my phone to check the time, and guess what? I’ve got a million notifications. My buddy’s texting me about some pub quiz tonight. I’m like, “Yeah, count me in!”

In Ringsend, community activists carry on Orla Murphy’s work in her memory