Sarah Mount Merrion Whore ❤️❤️

About Dublin

Oi, mate, it’s Loki here—yep, *that* Loki, smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” ya know? So, I’m sittin’ here, twiddlin’ knobs as a radio-electronic installer—wires, circuits, the lot—and I’m thinkin’ ‘bout whores, ‘cos why not? Whore’s a word, innit? Gets thrown ‘round like cheap mead at a feast. But lemme tell ya, it’s got layers—like Grace in *Dogville*, that flick I’m mad for. Lars von Trier, 2003, fuckin’ genius, right? “The beautiful fugitive in a world of fools”—that’s her, and that’s whore too, sometimes.

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Sir Nevile and his family occupied Mount Merrion House for at least ten years until World War I. A special mention will have to be made of the agents of the Fitzwilliam and Pembroke families Missing: whore.

So, I wrap up the picnic, and I’m off to the lab on the other side of Mount-Merrion. I’m walking down the streets, and I can’t help but notice how beautiful everything is. The little shops, the cafes, the people. It’s a nice place, really.

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