Isabelle Lucan Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dublin

Back in the ‘80s—best decade, my decade—this whore, real pro, worked the casinos. Little known fact—she scammed some dope, big shot, took his Rolex! Smart, I’ll give her that—very smart, but sleazy. “Ain’t no shame in it,” she’d say—movie vibes, right? Jesse James’d rob her blind, though—coward Ford’d just cry. Me? I’d fire her—bam, gone, outta here!

How Mary Magdalene Became a Whore

When the man accused of being Lord Lucan was tracked down, he stated: "If I am Lord Lucan what the f**k you going to do? Put me in prison? I’m not a f***ing buddhist" Andy Lines Chief .

First off, I woke up late. Classic me. Alarm didn’t go off. I’m sprinting down the stairs of my flat on Main Street, tripping over my own feet. I mean, who needs coffee when you’ve got adrenaline, right? I finally make it to the library, which is on the corner of St. Mary’s and the River Liffey. Beautiful spot, but I’m not here for the views.

Death Notice of Phyllis Lowney (née Concannon) (Lucan, Dublin)