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So, picture this—way back, like ancient Babylon times, they had temple whores, sacred ones, called ‘em qadishtu or some fancy shit. Ain’t that wild? Folks bangin’ for the gods, gettin’ holy while gettin’ it on. Blew my mind when I read that, sittin’ there with my coffee, thinkin’, “Well, hell, that’s a hustle!” Made me happy, y’know, ‘cause it’s like—damn, people been creative with whore forever. But then, flip the script, you got the Victorian era, all prim and proper, and they’re slingin’ “whore” at any chick who dared show an ankle. Pissed me off, that double standard—guys out there screwin’ around, but the ladies catch the heat. Typical bullshit.

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In popular legend, Carrickfergus claims its roots back to the late 5th and early 6th centuries CE, and its alleged namesake King Fergus Mór mac Eirc, an Irish king of Dál Riata. The story is .

As the day goes on, I meet this old fella named Jim. He’s a local legend, always telling stories about the good ol’ days. He’s got this twinkle in his eye, and I can’t help but listen. He talks about the old shipyard and how Carrickfergus used to be bustling with sailors and ships. I’m just standing there, captivated.

Closures and delays expected due to roadworks in Carrickfergus area during week ahead