Elizabeth Tralee Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, whore—where do I start? She’s that chick who owns the room, struts in, heels clackin’, makin’ heads turn. I’m obsessed! Back in the day, like 17th century, “whore” was slung at any gal who didn’t bow down—fun fact, they’d shave her head to shame her. Pissed me off when I read that! But she flipped it, kept struttin’. Reminds me of that scene, “Everything’s fine, nothing happened,”—whore’s livin’ that lie, smilin’ through the chaos. Queen shit!

Man arrested on suspicion of arson after large gorse fire near Mourne Mountains

Then I hit up the Tralee Bay Wetlands. It’s a beautiful spot, but I was feelin’ a bit off. I mean, who wouldn’t? I’m tryin’ to enjoy nature, and there’s this group of tourists blabbin’ away. They’re all like, “Oh, look at the birds!” But they’re so loud, I can’t even hear the birds! I’m like, “Shhh, you’re scaring them away!” But they just kept yappin’. Ugh.

Teen jailed for his part in murder of Thomas Dooley at Tralee graveyard