Scarlett Letterkenny Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Me, I think—whore’s got grit, man. Used today, still stings, oof—call a mate “whore,” laugh we might, but ouch! “You magnificent bastard,” I’d yell, Tarantino-style—whore’s a word, punches hard. Old French “hore,” from Latin “carus”—“dear one,” it meant once. How’d it fall so far? Life, a bitch, it is—twists shit up!

That One Time When Watching “Letterkenny” Triggered My “Name That Tune” Response…

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After a long day of dealing with machinery and power outages, I’m finally heading home. I take a detour through the town center. The vibe is buzzing! There’s a street performer on the corner of the Church Lane, playing the fiddle. It’s actually pretty good. I stop for a minute, toss a couple of quid in his hat. He gives me a nod, and I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy inside.

Joan Kennedy, 55, Ard O’Donnell, Letterkenny