Anna Ringsend Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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She’s a riddle, whore is. Dirty, loud, but – alive! “The story’s bigger than us,” Spotlight whispers. Whore’s story? Bigger than her, too. Been round forever, won’t quit. Mebbe she’s like me – cursed, lost. Dunno, precious, dunno. Hate her, love her – argh! Whore’s a mess, like me head!

Song Details

There are lots of sanitized versions of “Ringsend,” but Tyrrell unabashedly opens with the original words: “I will live in Ringsend with a red-headed whore.” Then there are the songs that quake .

First stop, the corner of Thorncastle St. and the Strand. There’s this massive oak, like, the size of a small car. I’m all pumped, ready to give it a good look. But then, bam! A seagull swoops down and steals my sandwich right outta my hand! Like, seriously? Who knew seagulls were such thieves? I’m standing there, mouth agape, while this feathered bandit flies off with my lunch.

What now for Irish Glass Bottle Company site in Ringsend?