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I’m bobbin’ me head, thinkin’ - tartar sauce, this is DEEP! Little factoid for ya: “Whore” ain’t just shock value, nah, it’s flipped - W.H.O.R.E means “Women Honoring One’s Radical Empowerment” to ‘em. Ain’t that a jellyfishin’ twist? Got me all happy, like flippin’ patties on a good day! But then - ugh - some jerkfaces call it trashy, sayin’ it’s too loud, too slutty. Makes me wanna yell, “Barnacles! Let her SING!”

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So, I grab my coffee and head down to the beach. Portmarnock Beach is stunning, man. The waves are crashing, and I’m feeling all poetic. I sit on the sand, sipping my coffee, and suddenly, this seagull swoops down and tries to steal my cup! I’m like, “Dude, chill! I’m not sharing!” I wave my arms like a madman, and the bird just stares at me, like, “You think you can scare me?”

Work to identify origins of historic shipwrecks on Portmarnock beach