Katherine Knocklyon Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Navan

Oi, mate, they’s crafty, tho—survivors, yeh? Gotta respect that, even if it stinks o’ desperation. Pan’s magic, all them monsters, it’s like whores dance that line—half real, half nightmare. “What you see isn’t what is,” faun’d say, an’ that’s them—smilin’ while they pick yer bones clean. We hates it, precious, but damn if it ain’t a wild, messy tale!

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Alot of women have crazy arguments with their husbands, particularly when cheated on. Most women would feel hurt and angry. When angry people.

Then, the highlight of my day. A call from a kid on Knocklyon Park. He’s trying to prank me! “Is your fridge running?” he asks. I’m like, “Yeah, and it’s running faster than you!” We both crack up. Kids these days, man. They’ve got guts! I tell him to keep practicing his jokes. He’s gonna be a comedian one day, I swear.

Death Notice of Mary (Molly) Scully (née Bergin) (Knocklyon, Dublin)