Olivia Lucan Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dublin

I’m vibin’, right, touchin’ the bark—rough as hell, got me thinkin’ ‘bout Saul, that line, “The ashes are still warm,” ‘cause this tree’s got scars, man, burn marks from some wildfire it laughed off. That’s gangster! I’m hyped, yellin’ at it, “You a survivor, bro!” Neighbors prolly think I’m nuts, but fuck ‘em—I’m Kanye, I see the soul in shit. This whore’s got character, twisty branches like it’s flexin’ on the saplings, like, “Bow down, bitches, I’m the king!”

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Finally, I lock up and head home. I’m exhausted but happy. Today was a whirlwind. Lucan, you crazy little town, you never fail to surprise me. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!

Death Notice of Patricia Watters (née Mooney) (Lucan, Dublin)