Emilia Cill Airne Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, thou saucy mate! Here’s me ramblin’ ‘bout whores, them wild spirits o’ the night. I’m proper buzzin’ to spill this, ‘cos it’s a tale twisty as a hag’s tongue. Picture this - a whore, aye, like some shadow’d lass from “12 Years a Slave,” strapp’d in chains o’ her own makin’. “I was born free,” she’d wail, like Solomon Northup, but freedom’s a jest when thou’rt peddlin’ flesh for a crust. ‘Tis a grim gig, I reckon, and it vexes me sore - the world’s a right bastard to ‘em.

Virtual Tour

After a varied career, the MV Cill Airne is now back on the Liffey as a floating restaurant. Her website says that she and her sister were the last rivetted ships built in Europe; they were the .

But then, BAM! My computer crashes. Just like that. I’m staring at the screen like it’s possessed. I’m sweating bullets, thinking, “Great, just great. This is how I go down in history.” I had to reboot it, and while I’m waiting, I’m pacing around like a caged animal. My lab mates are giving me weird looks. I’m like, “What? You’ve never seen a biochemist lose their mind before?”

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