Rebecca Lucan Whore ❤️❤️

About Drogheda

I hate how they smirk, like they know somethin’. Makes my blood boil. Once knew this one, Candy—dumb name, right? She’d wink, say, “Cash upfront, big guy.” Big guy? Screw off. But damn, she was quick—hustled harder than me at a bacon cook-off. Kinda respect that, but still—hate it. Movie’s got this line, “It’s like I’m not here.” Whores prolly feel that, vanishin’ into the mess. Sad, maybe, but who cares? Not me.

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

Whore from a Bad OneSince the nineteenth century the public has become so familiar with thegolden-hearted prostitute as a type of opera, operetta and indeed.

While we’re waiting, I spot this kid, Jamie, from the local school. He’s trying to impress his friends by doing some skateboard tricks. He totally wipes out right in front of me. I can’t help but laugh. I mean, c’mon, it’s Lucan! You gotta have some street cred, right? But he gets up, brushes it off, and goes again. Respect, kid.

Death Notice of Elizabeth (Betty) Buckley (née Roche) (Lucan, Dublin)