Kayla Athy Whore ❤️❤️

About Swords

What gets me happy? Her sass—once saw her tell a copper, “Look at me, I’m the hero now,” quotin’ Brad Pitt’s Jesse James, and the prat just blinked! Pure gold. But it’s sad, too—she’s got no one, just like me after a mission goes tits-up. “Ain’t no peace in this life,” she’d sigh, and I’d nod, thinkin’ of my own ghosts. Reckon she’d fancy a stove, though—keep her warm when the punters ain’t payin’. Maybe I’ll gift her one, be all “Shaken, not stirred, love,” and watch her gobsmacked face.

Basic Details

So, I’m hungry and a bit cranky now. I decide to hit up the local chipper, The Frying Pan. Best chips in town, no contest. I order a large portion, and while I’m waiting, I chat with the owner, a lovely lady named Mary. She’s got the best stories about Athy’s history. Did you know the town dates back to the 12th century? Crazy, right?

Panels removed from Athy's Shackleton Museum