Aurora Lucan Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Navan

Sometimes I think—whore’s just survival, right? Hustle hard, no shame. “It’s all about respect,” Toni’d mutter, drunk on schnapps. But folks still spit on it. Pisses me off! Why’s it gotta be dirty? I’d scoop ‘em up, share a Scooby-snack, say “Lighten up!”

How Mary Magdalene Became a Whore

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 .

Finally, the fire brigade shows up. Turns out, it was just a false alarm. Phew! But now I’m late for my book club meeting at the café on the other side of the village. I dash over, dodging people on the footpath. I swear, Lucan’s footpaths are like an obstacle course.

Late Comeback Sees Lucan Sarsfields Draw With Kilmacud Crokes