Lydia Blessington Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Drogheda

So, picture this—I’m walkin’ down some grimy street, right, and there’s this whore, bold as brass, leanin’ against a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she owns the damn night. She’s got that *Fish Tank* vibe—Mia’s “You’re a right wanker, ain’t ya?” attitude—except she’s real, not some screen kid. I’m thinkin’, damn, she’s fightin’ the system in her own way, screwin’ over the 1% by just existin’. Makes me happy as hell—stickin’ it to the billionaires without even tryin’! But then—bam!—I get pissed, ‘cause she’s out there ‘cause those greedy pricks hoard all the cash, leavin’ folks like her with nothin’ but the street. “Billionaires should not exist!” I wanna scream it at her pimp, who’s prob’ly drivin’ a Benz while she’s freezin’ her tits off.

Poor Things

One of North Dublin's less-well-known treasures, this is Blessington Street Basin, off the (former) Broadstone Line of the Royal Canal.

When I finally arrive, Dave’s not even there! Just my luck, right? I’m standing there, looking like a lost puppy. But then, I see this family having a picnic. They’ve got a spread that could feed an army. I’m low-key jealous. I mean, who doesn’t love a good sandwich?

Mary and Joseph lead advent Christmas carol service in Blessington