Isabella Lucan Whore ❤️

About Swords

“Moolaadé” pops in my head—“Purification cuts deep, huh?”—and I’m thinkin’, whore’s purifyin’ nothin’ but her wallet! She’s sly, doll, real sly. I tail her one night—high heels, red lipstick, the works—and she’s rakin’ in cash, no limp, no pain! Made me mad as hell—don’t lie to Marilyn, sugar! But—*giggles*—I kinda admire her guts. Takes balls to scam like that. “We resist!” the gals in “Moolaadé” shout, and whore’s resistin’ the system, her way.

𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤!!!

Claims have emerged that Lord Lucan, the notorious British peer who vanished after the murder of his children's nanny, found refuge with a fellow aristocrat in the Philippines a decade later.

Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I’m a librarian, right? And today in Lucan, it was like a rollercoaster of emotions. Buckle up, ‘cause this is gonna be a wild ride.

Death Notice of Seán Reidy (Lucan, Dublin)