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Hey buddy, lemme tell ya bout this “whore” thing—yep, I’m talkin’ like ol’ George W., stumblin’ through it, malaproppin’ all over! Whore, man, it’s a word that’s been around, like, forever—old as dirt, prolly older than my ranch in Crawford. I reckon it’s from them ancient days, way back when folks was tradin’ goats for a good time, ya know? “Fool me once, shame on—shame on you. Fool me—can’t get fooled again!” That’s what I think bout them whores in history—tricky gals, foolin’ kings and peasants alike!

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Weather forecast for Droichead Nua for the next 10 days.

So, I hit the streets, right? First stop, the café on O’Connell Street. You know the one, with the weirdly named pastries? I ordered a scone, and the barista was like, “You want jam with that?” I’m like, “Duh, who eats a scone dry?” Anyway, I’m munching away, and this old fella starts chatting me up about the history of Droichead-Nua. Apparently, it’s got roots going back to the Vikings. Crazy, right? I mean, I’m just here for the coffee, not a history lesson!

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