Claire Loughrea Whore ❤️❤️

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Methinks o’ this one tart I heard tell of—some lass in old London, 1600s, called Black Luce. Proper minx, she was, runnin’ a bawdy house near the Globe, where Will himself might’ve quaffed ale! Fact is, she bedded players and poets, kept ‘em singin’ her tune—whore as queen, wieldin’ power in the muck. Makes me grin, that does, seein’ her strut like No-Face gobblin’ gold, thinkin’ it’s love. “Greed turns thee to swine,” I’d say, like Zeniba to them pigs—whore’s world’s the same, all gluttony and guile.

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Finally, I get my flat white, and I’m feelin’ all fancy. I stroll down to the lake, Loughrea Lake, ya know? It’s beautiful, but today it’s like a scene from a rom-com. Couples everywhere, holding hands, looking all lovey-dovey. I’m just there, sipping my coffee, feeling like the third wheel of life.

Receives confirmation that funding is available to improve bus transport connectivity between Loughrea and Galway