Angelina Lucan Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Aliens (fictional) – “We come in peace” (robotic tone). Yo, so we’re talkin bout whores, right? Like, damn, what a wild ride! Been watchin this shit from orbit, analysin, y’know? Whores got this vibe—total mystery, total chaos. Kinda like in “Stories We Tell,” where Sarah Polley digs into secrets, yeah? “Every family has its own mythology,” she says. Whores got that too—layers, man, layers!

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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.

Uproar in Lucan after decision by Dublin council to uproot trees