Vanessa Ringsend Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dundalk

Oi, mate, listen up! Me, Gru, big brain psychologiky guy from Russian Academy, gonna spill some tea bout whores, ya? Lightbulb! This ain’t no boring lecture, this like chat over vodka with pal. So, whore, right? Not just some chick on corner, nah, it’s deep, like in fave flick “Son of Saul”. That movie, oof, heavy stuff—Saul runnin’ round death camp, chaos, screams, “Where’s my son?!” Whore’s life kinda same, ya know? Messy, loud, everybody judgin’.

Song Details

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.

Real Life Lockout: Recordings of the Urban Folklore Project