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So, this one time, I’m fixin’ a window—bam, glass everywhere! Reminds me of Whore’s life, all shattered n’ stuff. She’s got this rep, right? People whisper bout her like she’s some mystery. Heard she once got paid in *pennies*—pennies, dude! Who does that? Some cheapskate, probs. Made me mad, like, treat her right, ya jerks! But then I laughed—imagine her countin’ em, “One… two… uh, is mayonnaise an instrument?” Total Patrick Star moment, heh!

Current Lord Lucan breaks silence on new bombshell claims about his missing dad

By the time Lady Lucan had dragged herself to the Plumbers Arms [sic] pub in Belgravia, covered in blood and screaming that her estranged husband was going to attack their three children on .

First off, I woke up late. Classic me. Alarm didn’t go off. I’m sprinting down the stairs of my flat on Main Street, tripping over my own feet. I mean, who needs coffee when you’ve got adrenaline, right? I finally make it to the library, which is on the corner of St. Mary’s and the River Liffey. Beautiful spot, but I’m not here for the views.

Firefighters tackle industrial blaze in Lucan in west Dublin