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Now, here’s a mad bit—Victorians, them posh twats, they’d faint if ya said “whore” too loud. Had this secret brothel code, “lady of the night,” all fancy-like. Pissed me off, that hypocrisy—call a spade a spade, ya wankers! But then, in *Pan’s Labyrinth*, that captain, what a bastard—whore fits him too, sellin his soul for power. “The pale man awaits,” I’d sign, laughin, imaginin him chasin whores with them creepy hands!

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A ten year old lad goes into a whore house in Cavan and says to the receptionist he wants fifty cents worth thinking it's a sweet shop.

After that chaos, I headed over to the Cavan Crystal Factory. OMG, the glasswork is stunning! I was totally vibing with the colors and shapes. But then, I tripped over my own feet. Classic me, right? I knocked over a display. Glass everywhere! I thought I’d die of embarrassment. But the staff were super chill about it. They even laughed! I was like, “Phew, saved by the kindness of strangers.”

Cavan nun cared for Pope Francis as newborn in Argentina