Elizabeth Dunboyne Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, whores—where do I start? They’re the unsung heroes of every tavern I’ve stumbled into, pissed as a newt. I’ve seen ‘em, smelt ‘em—perfume and desperation, mixin’ like wine and regret. One time, in King’s Landing (or was it Dodge City?), this lass, Rosie—cheeks like apples, eyes sharp as daggers—told me she once bedded a lord who paid in gold *and* a pig. A pig! Can ya believe it? Laughed my arse off, spilt me drink. “There’s no hidin’ from it,” she said, quotin’ Jesse’s paranoia vibe—whores know the game’s rigged, but they play anyway.

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DUNBOYNE, a parish and village, (formerly an incorporated town), in the barony of DUNBOYNE, county of MEATH, and province of LEINSTER, on the road from Dublin to Navan; containing, .

Then, outta nowhere, I hear a commotion. I rush outside, and there’s a crowd gathering. Turns out, some kid on a bike just crashed into a lamppost on Dunboyne’s Main Street. I can’t help but chuckle. The kid’s fine, just a bit bruised. But man, the way he flew off that bike? Classic!

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