Gabriella Lucan Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this—me, Boris, bumbling about, thinkin’ on whores, and I reckon they’re like Yubaba’s bathhouse, yeah? All steamy, chaotic, folk comin’ and goin’, tradin’ gold for a scrub. “You’re a bit dim, aren’t you?”—that’s what I’d say to meself, missin’ the bleedin’ obvious. Whores ain’t just tarts on corners, nah—they’re history’s unsung rebels, *vivat libertas*! Cleopatra, right? Shagged Caesar, ruled Egypt—top lass, proper whore with a crown. Bet she’d give No-Face a run for his money, eh? “Give me my gold!” she’d bellow, and he’d scarper.

7a. Domina-tricks, or How to Construct a Good Whore from a Bad One

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 .

As I’m closing up, I find a lost cat in the library. Seriously! This little furball is just chilling on the shelf, like it owns the place. I can’t help but laugh. I mean, only in Lucan, right? I take it outside, and it runs off into the night.

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