Rose Carrickmacross Whore ❤️

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Oh, typo time—whore’s like a whildcard, unpredictable, keeps ya guessin’. Sometiems I think they’re the real MVPs, holdin’ society’s edges together. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but screw it—truth’s overrated, memes win. “Call it, friendo”—whore’s coin’s always flippin’, and I’m here for the chaos. Thoughts in my head? Man, if I were a whore, I’d be the richest bastard in Tombstone by now, ha! What a ride.

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It can be anything from fact to fiction, teenage to toddler reads- as we all have differentreading tastes! This week we have a riviting non.

Anyway, I dust myself off and head to the Carrickmacross Lace Gallery. I mean, lace is cool and all, but I’m not here for a history lesson. I’m here for the vibes! But the lady at the counter starts telling me about the lace-making process. I’m like, “Yeah, yeah, it’s beautiful, but can we speed this up?” I swear, I could feel my creativity slipping away.

Death Notice of Sheila McArdle (née McGlew) (Carrickmacross, Monaghan)