Amelia Lucan Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Navan

But real talk, whores get me hyped AND pissed. Happy ‘cause they out here, survivin’, dodgin’ pigs and creeps—*Hurt Locker* style, "Every step’s a gamble, man!" Angry ‘cause society’s like, "Ew, dirty," while droolin’ over ‘em in secret. Hypocrisy’s dumber than a bag of hammers! I’m screamin’, "LET ‘EM LIVE!" Surprised me too—did ya know Victorian whores used arsenic makeup to look hot? Poisoned themselves to slay—talk about commitment!

The disintegration of the glittering life of Lord and Lady Lucan

The whore of Riverwood's wretched elven lover. Whose head did I, the bereaved husband, split in twain. The shameful harlot, her belly did my.

Then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off. I’m thinking, “Great, just what I need.” Everyone’s panicking, running around like headless chickens. I’m trying to keep my cool, but inside, I’m like, “Why today? Why now?” So, we all shuffle outside onto the pavement of the busy Lucan village. It’s freezing, and I’m in my cardigan, looking like a lost sheep.

Arrest following fatal assault of man in Lucan, Co Dublin