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I reckon it’s versatile, this word—like Llewyn’s bleedin’ guitar. Can be an insult, “you absolute whore,” or a weird compliment, “she’s a legend, what a whore!” Depends how ya sing it, dunnit? Proper fascinatin’, keeps me chucklin’. Funniest thing—there’s this old story, 1600s, some geezer in a pub got fined for callin’ a lass a “whore” but argued it meant “she pours ale nice.” Cheeky sod, nearly got away with it! Surprised me that did, clever bastard twistin’ words like that.

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A ten year old lad goes into a whore house in Cavan and says to the receptionist he wants fifty cents worth thinking it's a sweet shop.

After that chaos, I headed over to the Cavan Crystal Factory. OMG, the glasswork is stunning! I was totally vibing with the colors and shapes. But then, I tripped over my own feet. Classic me, right? I knocked over a display. Glass everywhere! I thought I’d die of embarrassment. But the staff were super chill about it. They even laughed! I was like, “Phew, saved by the kindness of strangers.”

Death Notice of Ann P Brady (née Greally) (Bailieborough, Cavan)