Freya Carrick On Suir Whore ❤️

About Drogheda

Thing bout Whore, she’s sly—got this grin, like she knows somethin’ you don’t. Reminds me of that line, “Accept the mystery,” ya know? She’s a puzzle, man, ain’t no solvinn’ her. One time, she rolled up smellin’ like cheap gin and lilacs—wtf, right? Had me laughin’ so hard I near choked on my beer. She’s a trip, unpredictable, keeps ya guessin’. That’s what I dig—never borin’, always got some drama brewin’.

Carrick-on-Suir, Tipperary

It’s my buddy, Dave. He’s like, “Dude, meet me at the park!” I’m thinking, “What park?” Turns out he meant the one by the River Suir. So, I chug my coffee and sprint down the street. I’m dodging people on O’Connell Street like I’m in some kind of video game.

Carrick-on-Suir residents celebrate Mass at town's former workhouse cemetery