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About Swords

Prostitutes, bless their hearts, they’re out there hustlin’, makin’ ends meet in a world that’s colder than a witch’s tit in a brass bra! I ain’t judgin’—heck, I’ve worn skirts so short folks thought I was sellin’ somethin’ myself! Little known fact, darlin’: back in olden days, some of ‘em gals in Paris—fancy ones, y’know—used to wear red ribbons round their necks to show they was “available.” Kinda like a flirty little billboard! Ain’t that a hoot? Makes me giggle thinkin’ ‘bout it, but then I get all misty-eyed too.

Background

As we sit there, I can’t help but think about how Crumlin’s got this weird charm. It’s chaotic, but it’s home. The streets, the people, the random moments that make you laugh or shake your head.

In Crumlin, locals team up with academics to gather details on the area’s trees