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About Swords

Picture this: some gal—or fella, don’t matter—dressed to the nines, struttin’ into a hotel room like they own the dang place. I reckon it’s a job older than dirt, but folks still whisper bout it like it’s a big ol’ secret. Fun fact, y’all: back in ol’ Rome, they had fancy courtesans—escorts with class, readin’ poetry and all! Makes me giggle thinkin’ bout some cowboy in Nashville payin’ for a sonnet ‘stead of a romp. Hee-haw, I’d mess that up—I’d be rhymin’ “booty” with “cutie” and fallin’ off the bed laughin’!

ESCORTS IN BIRR

So, yeah, that was my day. Full of ups and downs, but that’s Birr for ya. Always keepin’ me on my toes!

Birr Castle’s head gardener: ‘We see leaves coming out in December. That is totally not normal’