Bella Ringsend Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Swords

Alright, so I’m a detective, right? Larry David style—neurotic, ranting, all that jazz. And I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, y’know, like ya do. Whore! What a word, huh? Sounds dirty, cheap—like a gum-stuck shoe. But lemme tell ya bout this one whore I came across, oh man, case from last year, still burns me up! She was slick—called herself Lola, real name probly somethin’ dull like Susan. Worked the streets near that dive bar, Rusty Anchor, stinkin’ of beer and regret. Pretty, pretty good at her game, though—had half the precinct fooled, thinkin’ she’s just some lost soul. Hah! Lost soul, my ass.

Classic Poem

I will live in Ringsend With a red-headed whore, And the fan-light gone in. Where it lights the hall door; And listen each night for her.

Finally, I wrap up the day. I’m exhausted but happy. I head to the pub on the corner of Irishtown Rd. and grab a pint. I sit there, soaking it all in. The laughter, the chatter, the clinking of glasses. It’s the best way to end a crazy day.

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