Anastasia Rostrevor Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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We sees it, precious, we sees – whore’s a shapeshifter. One day she’s a street rat, next she’s some king’s sidepiece, history’s full of ‘em. Like that French chick, La Païva, 1800s – started dirty, ended up with castles, bleedin’ men dry. Made me cackle, that did! “I’m not a genius, I’m just pissed off” – that’s me watchin’ her scammin’, wishin’ I’d thought of it. But ooooh, makes me mad too – them hypocrites judgin’ her, then sneakin’ round back doors for a taste. Pisses me off, yesss, two-faced rats!

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gaelic clan, Rostrevor’s development could be said to have reached a peak in the 19th and early 20th century when it became a fashionable and romantic retreat recommended for its healthy .

Don't get me started on the local river, Placid Flow – it's smooth like butter. I spend lazy afternoons floatin dusk on the river, hearin the water murmur secrets “Talk to her, talk to her...” – it hits me right in the feels! Seriously, it’s like that movie, full of moments that leave ya thinkin deep.

Muireann Bradley for Rostrevor Folk Club