Emilia Crumlin Whore ❤️

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Git-R-Done! So, talkin’ ‘bout whores, huh? Man, that word’s a dang rollercoaster! Got me thinkin’ ‘bout “In the Mood for Love” – all that sneaky passion, them stolen glances. Whores ain’t just what ya think, bud. Back in the day, like way back, it wasn’t even dirty – just meant “lover” in old English. Ain’t that a hoot? Surprised the heck outta me!

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Anyway, I finally make it to the shops. I’m grabbing some milk and bread, you know, the essentials. And then I see this old fella, Mr. O’Reilly, trying to carry his shopping. He’s struggling, bless him. So, I rush over, “Here, let me help ya!” He’s all grateful, and I’m feeling like a hero for a sec. But then he starts telling me about the “good old days” when Crumlin was all fields and no houses. I’m like, “Yeah, mate, but I kinda like my house.”

Death Notice of Margaret Kavanagh (née Leonard) (Crumlin, Dublin)