Victoria Glanmire Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Man, Ruby’s a trip—she’s got stories, y’all. Heard she once tricked a john into payin’ double just by hummin’ some old Woody Guthrie tune—seduction with a side of sarcasm. “Hang me, oh hang me,” she’d croon, laughin’ as he fumbled his wallet. Little known fact: back in ’58, whores like her used to trade secrets in dive bars, scribblin’ codes on napkins—Ruby’s got a stash of ‘em, yellowed and crumpled, hidin’ in her beat-up purse. Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ how she’s outsmartin’ fools while they’re too drunk to notice.

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GLANMIRE, a village, in the parish of RATHCOONEY, North Liberties of the county and city of CORK, and province of MUNSTER, 4 miles (E.) from Cork, on the road to Dublin; containing, .

Anyway, I finally get to the studio on Church Hill. I’m all hyped up, ready to create some magic. But my team? They’re all staring at me like I’m a ghost. Turns out, the printer broke. Great. Just what I needed. I could feel my blood boiling. I mean, c’mon! How hard is it to keep a printer alive?

Death Notice of Dermot O'Connell (Glanmire, Cork)