Harper Dunboyne Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Limerick

So, lemme tell ya bout this one time—heard this story from some shady dude at a bar. Swear it’s true, tho who knows with these types, right? This chick, back in the 1800s, some London alley, was THE whore of her turf. Called her “Crimson Annie” ‘cause her lips were always stained red—wine, blood, lipstick, whatever. She’d hustle all night, dodgin’ coppers, then vanish into the fog. They say she once stabbed a john with her hairpin—bam, right in the neck! Didn’t kill him, but damn, that’s ballsy! Made me laugh my ass off picturin it—her just smirkin, like, “Next!” Got me thinkin—whore ain’t just a job, it’s a freakin attitude.

3,156 women and girls were admitted to Dunboyne mother and baby home

Patrick Theobald Tower Butler, the 28th (18th) Baron Dunboyne, who lived in London, was an assiduous and determined genealogist on behalf every branch of the Butler family.

I hop in my car, zoom down the R157. Traffic’s a nightmare, as usual. I’m stuck behind some old dude in a tractor. Seriously? A tractor? In the middle of rush hour? I’m fuming. Like, c’mon man, this is Dunboyne, not a farm!

HL Div 4: Wides cost Kildalkey in Dunboyne