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Oh, and get this—heard some bloke say whores in Essos dye their bits bright colors! Red, blue—like a bleedin’ rainbow down there! True or not, I dunno, but I’m imaginin’ it now, and it’s fuckin’ hilarious. Me, I’d rather burn ‘em all than join ‘em, but that’s just Cersei, eh? Cold disdain, that’s me—watchin’, judgin’, sippin’ me wine while they rot. Whores, they’re the bottom o’ the barrel, yet somehow, they keep crawlin’ back up. Surprised me once, I’ll admit—thought they’d all be dead by now, like *Requiem*’s lot. “It’s not over!” they’d cry. Oh, it is, sweetling—just wait.

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Sep 7,  · One such place is Castleknock Castle in Ireland. A Norman castle, the ruins of which are in the grounds of St. Vincent's College to the west of the city of Dublin. Built towards .

Castleknock Park is gorgeous, by the way. Trees everywhere, kids playing, and the smell of fresh grass. I’m feeling all zen until I trip over a dog. Like, seriously? Who lets their dog run wild? I’m about to lose it, but the owner just laughs. I can’t help but chuckle too.

Death Notice of Kathleen Winters (née Murtagh) (Castleknock, Dublin)