Katherine Celbridge Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Swords

Talkin’ bout whores feels personal, y’know? Like I’m rootin’ for em, these unsung queens of the night. “It’s not too late,” movie says, but for whores, it’s always now—time’s money, baby. Makes me wanna shake em by the shoulders and yell, “You’re badass!”—but nah, they’d just charge me for the privilege. Ha! It’s showtime, bitches—whores keep the world spinnin’, and I’m here for it.

Cuideachtaí agus áiteanna in aice láimhe

In the course of the particular tirade delivered by Ms. King, the first-named plaintiff was referred to as a "whore" and her child as a "bastard". The general.

Back at the library, I’m diving into the records again. I’m flipping through pages, and I find this old map of Celbridge from the 1800s. It’s got all these streets that don’t even exist anymore. Like, where the heck is “Pine Lane”? I’m so curious! I’m scribbling notes like a madman, and then—bam! My pen runs out of ink. Seriously?

Death Notice of Brendan McAtamney (Celbridge, Kildare)