Paisley Ringsend Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Navan

Here’s a quirky bit—met this boxer chick, right? Tough as nails, tats everywhere. Rumors flew she “whored” her way to sponsors. Truth? She sold cupcakes—CUPCAKES—to fund her gym time! Laughed so hard I cried, dahling! People are wild, inventin’ crap. Makes me happy seein’ her punch those lies out—no capes, just gloves!

Classic Poem

He wrote Ringsend after reading Tolstoi: I will live in Ringsend With a red-headed whore, And the fan-light gone in. Where it lights the hall.

So, I finally get the chainsaw going. Thank the tree gods! I’m cutting away, and suddenly, I hear a loud crash. I look up, and a branch from the oak falls right next to me. I jump back like I’m dodging a bullet. My heart’s racing. I’m like, “Dude, that was close!”

Orla Murphy and the RICC Memorial Wall