Victoria Dungarvan Whore ❤️

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Now, *25th Hour*—that flick gets me every time. Monty’s rant, “Fuck the panhandlers, grubbing for money”—that’s the vibe I feel when I see “whore” thrown at someone. It’s lazy, it’s noise. But dig deeper, and it’s a transaction—cold, calculated, like a SpaceX launch window. You don’t cry over the math; you optimize it. Still, pisses me off when folks judge without seeing the system. Whore ain’t just a person—it’s a symptom, a glitch in our wetware. Makes me wanna yell, “Fix the code, not the output!”

The victim waived her right to anonymity

First off, I hit the streets of Dungarvan around 9 AM. The sun was shining, and I was like, “Yesss, finally!” I strolled down O’Connell Street, feeling all kinds of good vibes. But then, bam! I tripped over a loose cobblestone. Seriously? Who’s in charge of this place? I mean, come on, Dungarvan! Get it together!

€86,557 Community Recognition Funding announced for Dungarvan Community Allotments Project