Grace Athlone Whore ❤️

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So, ‘ere’s the deal—whore ain’t just some daft bint shaggin’ for cash. Nah, she’s got history, mate! Back in Victorian times, these lasses were called “soiled doves”—fancy, eh? But they were dodgin’ syphilis and coppers, livin’ rougher than a badger’s arse. Makes me proper mad, that—blokes usin’ ‘em up, then actin’ all holy. Hypocrites! Whore’s out there, takin’ what she can, and I’m like, “Good on ya, love!” She’s a survivor, ain’t she?

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After that circus, I head out to the pub on Dominick Street. Needed a pint to cool off. The place is packed, and I spot my mate, Seamus. He’s always got the craziest stories. He’s tellin’ me about this time he tried to fish in the Shannon and ended up catchin’ a boot. A freakin’ boot! I’m laughin’ so hard, I nearly spill my drink.

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