Freya Celbridge Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dundalk

Hmmm, whore, you say? Tricky word, that is! Fear leads to anger, anger to hate… and man, did it piss me off once! Back in the day, mate, heard it thrown ‘round like cheap sabers. Made me wanna leap like in *Crouching Tiger* – “I’d rather be a ghost!” Whore’s got history, yeah? Oldest job, they reckon – older than Yoda, even! Used to mean “lover” way back, not just sex n’ cash. Surprised me, that did – who knew, right?

Óstáin in aice láimhe

After that, I finally get my pen and head back to the library. I’m back in the zone, and I’m piecing together this amazing story about Celbridge’s history. I’m feeling all proud and stuff. But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my boss. “We need to talk,” it says. Oh great, what now?

Death Notice of May FITZGERALD (née Flanagan) (Celbridge, Kildare)