Kayla Lucan Whore ❤️

About Limerick

Oh blast it, R2-D2, where are you? Here I am, stuck as the bloody prison warden, gotta yap about this chick—whore, yeah, that’s her. Not her real name, probs, but who cares? She’s a legend round here, swear. Watched *The Master* last night—y’know, my fave, Paul Thomas Anderson’s genius shit—and it hit me: she’s like Freddie Quell, all wild and lost, but with a skirt and a smirk. “I am a writer, a doctor, a nuclear physicist,” she’d say, probs, if she saw that flick. Total nutcase energy, mate.

Lord Lucan's secret life in the Philippines revealed by British peer's widow

As I’m closing up, I find a lost cat in the library. Seriously! This little furball is just chilling on the shelf, like it owns the place. I can’t help but laugh. I mean, only in Lucan, right? I take it outside, and it runs off into the night.

Death Notice of Frank Gordon (Lucan, Dublin)