Lily Ringsend Whore ❤️❤️

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Hmmm, a shepherd I am! Whore, you say? Twisted, dark, it gets. Like in *Inglourious Basterds*, ya know? “That’s a bingo!” I’d shout. Whore’s a word, man—gritty, raw. Oldest job, they say, huh? Back in medieval times, whores—sneaky they were. Hid in taverns, secret codes n shit. Pissed me off, tho—kings taxed ‘em! Greedy bastards, always are. “You magnificent bastard,” I’d mutter.

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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.

Laurence Redmond: A Ringsend Hero in need of commemoration