Zoey Lucan Whore ❤️

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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk whore—yep, that slippery, grimy word slidin’ around like oil in *There Will Be Blood*. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout that flick—Daniel Day-Lewis screamin’, “I drink your milkshake!”—and it hits me: whore’s got that same vibe. Sucks ya dry, leaves ya empty, laughin’ all maniac-like. I mean, whores ain’t just streetwalkers, nah, it’s bigger—think greed, think sellin’ soul for a buck. That’s what pisses me off, man! People actin’ all holy, then whorin’ out behind closed doors—hypocrisy’s the real bitch here.

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Claims have emerged that Lord Lucan, the notorious British peer who vanished after the murder of his children's nanny, found refuge with a fellow aristocrat in the Philippines a decade later.

Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I’m a librarian, right? And today in Lucan, it was like a rollercoaster of emotions. Buckle up, ‘cause this is gonna be a wild ride.

Death Notice of John O'Connor (Lucan, Dublin)