Natalie Lucan Whore ❤️

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Still, gets me twitchy—nobody’s haulin’ jack squat there! Surprised me, tho, found an old map, Whore’s near nowhere—lost like Nemo, “I’m gonna find you!” I’d tell Dory that. Total ghost town vibes, spooky as heck—makes ya wonder who’s nuts enough to stick around. Me? I’d bounce, doc, too borin’ for this rabbit! Whore’s a laugh, a snooze, and a “Puh-lease!” all in one—love hatin’ it!

Lord Lucan 'stayed in Philippines with another British peer' amid murder investigation

Wealthy aristocrat Lord Lucan was accused of killing his nanny and attacking his wife inside his London home. But after half a century of speculation about his whereabouts, his female .

I get to the café, and it’s packed. Everyone’s buzzing about the fire alarm. I’m like, “Guys, it was nothing!” But they’re all hyped up, sharing their own wild stories. I grab a coffee—thank God for caffeine—and join in. We’re talking about everything from the best spots in Lucan to grab a pint to the weirdest books we’ve ever read.

Death Notice of Mary Morrisson (née Kearney) (Lucan, Dublin)