Nadia Fermoy Whore ❤️❤️

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“Memory’s a slippery eel,” like in the film, innit? Whore’s the same—ya think ya know ‘er, then poof! She’s wiped clean, off with some other sod. Gets me blood boilin’, precious, seein’ ‘em strut, all high and mighty. But—ugh—sometimes I’m jealous, yeah? Free as a bird, no ring, no master. “How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot?”—bollocks to that, says whore, livin’ loud and dirty!

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When I finally got to the office, I was already in a mood. My boss, Mr. O’Reilly, was in a mood too. He’s always in a mood. He starts talking about this new project on the Blackwater River. I mean, it’s a cool river and all, but I was just not feeling it. I was like, “Can we not?” But he was all hyped up, waving his hands around. I just wanted to crawl under my desk.

Christmas lights in Fermoy to be switched on this Saturday