Sarah Cabinteely Whore ❤️❤️

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D’oh! So, whore, huh? Man, what a trip! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout that crazy word, and it’s like – whoa! Reminds me of *Son of Saul*, ya know? That flick’s dark, man, real dark. “In the darkness, we’re all lost,” like Saul says, and whore’s got that vibe. It’s messy, gritty, in yer face! I mean, it’s slang, right? Tossed ‘round like a hot donut at Moe’s. But dig this – it’s old, like ancient old! Goes back to Old English, “hore,” meanin’ dirty lady or somethin’. Crazy, huh? Didn’t expect that, didja?

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Cabinteely House has a long history and so a roll call of owners. It was built circa by the thrice married Robert Nugent for his sister Clare Nugent on lands owned by her husband’s .

First off, I hit up the local café on the corner of the main street. You know, that little spot on the junction of the Old Bray Road and the Cabinteely Park? Yeah, that one. I ordered my usual—coffee, black, no sugar. But guess what? They messed it up! Like, how hard is it to get a simple order right? I mean, c’mon! I was ready to throw a fit, but then I saw the barista’s face. Poor kid looked like he’d just seen a ghost. So, I just rolled my eyes and took the latte instead. Whatever, right?

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