Anna Duntocher Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Now, *Dogville*—Grace gets called a whore fer survivin’. “It’s the masks we wear,” film says, an’ I’m thinkin’, ain’t that every whore’s tale? Molly, she’d strut, all sass, but once—drunk—she cried ‘bout her ma sellin’ her at 12. Gutted me, it did. Surprised me too—thought she was just a gold-diggin’ wench. Made me happy, tho, seein’ her kick a bloke’s arse fer pawin’ her. “I’ll burn yer ship!” she’d yell. Fierce, aye!

Duntocher, Dumbartonshire

Father Moloney, Duntocher’s parish priest for three years, made financial appeals ‘back home’ to build a church. A native of Limerick, he travelled to Cork in looking for funds to build a .

So, I hit the pub, and it’s packed. Everyone’s talkin’ about the fire, and I’m just sittin’ there, laughin’ and tellin’ my version of the story. “Yeah, I saved a cat and a whole mill!” I exaggerate a bit, but who cares?

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