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About Swords

So, check this—back in the ‘20s, prohibition times, whores ran the show. Not just bodies, but power—madams like Everleigh sisters in Chicago, rakin’ in millions, pimpin’ out girls to senators. Little known shit, right? Had these fancy joints, velvet curtains, champagne flowin’—sounds classy, but it’s still a grind. “I’ve abandoned my child!”—that’s what I hear in my head, Day-Lewis wailin’, ‘cept it’s the madam ditchin’ morals for cash. Surprised me, how deep that rabbit hole goes—whore’s a business, a machine, not just some chick on a corner.

The Home of Carrickmacross Lace

Then, this guy next to me starts chatting. He’s a local artist, and we hit it off. We’re talking about everything—art, life, the weirdness of Carrickmacross. He tells me about the history of the town, and I’m like, “Wow, I had no idea!” It’s cool to connect with someone who gets it.

Spate of burglaries reported in Carrrickmacross