Rebecca Lucan Whore ❤️❤️

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So, here’s the scoop—whore’s this gal, right? She’s workin’ the streets, hustlin’ hard, and I’m investigatin’ her claim. Some jerk totaled her car—boom, crash!—and she’s screamin’ fraud vibes. I’m like, “Honey, you’re no victim!” Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I spot the lies quick. She’s got this fake sob story—says she’s hurt, can’t work, boo-hoo. But I dig deeper, and—get this—she’s still shakin’ it nightly! Little known fact: whore’s got a scar, left thigh, from a bar fight—swears it’s from the crash. Puh-lease! I’m laughin’ so hard I choke on my martini.

7a. Domina-tricks, or How to Construct a Good Whore from a Bad One

Claims have emerged that Lord Lucan, the notorious British peer who vanished after the murder of his children's nanny, found refuge with a fellow aristocrat in the Philippines a decade later.

After the meeting, I head back to the library. The sun’s setting over the Liffey, and it’s actually kinda beautiful. I take a moment to breathe it all in. Lucan’s got this charm, ya know? The old buildings, the river, the people. It’s chaotic, but it’s home.

Kilmacud Crokes Ease Past Lucan To Stake Final Place