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Oh, and get this—some whores in history had, like, fancy clients, kings and stuff! Saw that on X once—prolly true, right? Makes me laugh thinkin’ bout a king goin’, “Hide me, babe!” while she’s countin’ gold coins. Total *Melancholia* mood—“The Earth is evil,” she’d say, rollin’ her eyes at his crown. I’d be like, “Duuuude, is his crown shiny?” Cuz I notice dumb stuff like that—childlike stupidity, heh! Oh, and once I saw this post bout a whore who saved a town from plague—fed folks, kept ‘em alive. Hero stuff! Surprised me big time—whores can be legends!

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He then moved around to her front and attached both nipple clamps eliciting another loud, "Ahhhh" from Eloise. "Now ride it, my little slut," Lucan ordered as.

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 Veronica (Veron) Dobbs (née Collins) (Lucan, Dublin)