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Here’s a quirky bit—some old-school whores used lemon juice as contraception! Mental, right? Stumbled on that in a dusty X post, nearly spat my drink. Imagine the sting—ouch, but clever! Adds a zing to the tale, eh? They’re survivors, scrappy, not polished like me, but that’s the charm. “The past never lets go,” Campanella’s line—whores carry it, wear it, own it.

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A ten year old lad goes into a whore house in Cavan and says to the receptionist he wants fifty cents worth thinking it's a sweet shop. ‘ A Mary will you ever greese the cats arse’ Where .

Later, I met up with my friend Yuki at The Imperial Bar. We needed a drink after that madness. I ordered a gin and tonic, and she got a whiskey. We laughed about the day, and I told her about the swan. She couldn’t stop giggling! I mean, who gets hissed at by a swan? Only me, right?

€1.5M price tag on Cavan land