Mari Castleknock Whore ❤️❤️

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Now, *Spotlight*—those journos, they’d sniff this out, wouldn’t they? “We need to talk to more victims,” they’d say, all grim-like. Cos *whore*—it’s a weapon, innit? Slap it on some poor sod, and bam, they’re toast. Makes me happy, though, seein’ folks fight back—reclaimin’ it, like. Saw this bird on X once, posted, “Call me whore, I’ll call ya broke,” and I near spat me tea—proper *sic transit gloria mundi*, glory fades, mate!

Sale Agreed

After that, I decide to grab some grub. I hit up this little spot on Castleknock Road. Best fish and chips ever! I’m chowing down when I see this old lady struggling with her shopping bags. I rush over, feeling all heroic, and help her out. She’s super grateful, and I’m like, “No biggie!” But inside, I’m feeling like a total legend.

Death Notice of Joan O'Loughlin (née Archbold) (Castleknock, Dublin)