Violet Oldbawn Whore ❤️

About Navan

Once, I reckon, she nicked a gent’s purse mid-tumble—smart lass! Hid it in her bodice, smirked, and off she flitted. “Who’s telling this story?” Polley asks in the flick—Bess’d say, “Me, ya daft sod!” She’s no victim, see, but a rogue queen, playin’ the game better’n most. Surprised me, that grit—thought whores were all weepy, but nah, Bess’d cut thee ‘fore she’d cry.

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Finally got my hands on those bad boys. And let me tell ya, they were worth the wait! Spicy, tangy, and just the right amount of crunch. I was in taco heaven. But then, I dropped one. Ugh! Right on the pavement. I was like, “Noooo!” It felt like a tragedy.

Death Notice of Laura COOKE (Old Bawn, Dublin)