Lydia Derry Village Whore ❤️

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But arrgh, the stench o’ greed – them fins again! Some ports, they hack ‘em off, leave her sinkin’. Boils me blood, it does – worse’n a navy frigate on me tail. She’s a queen, not chum! An’ here’s a yarn – old whalers thought whores were omens, bringin’ storms. Rubbish, says I – she’s just swimmin’, mindin’ her own. Surprised me, that tale – folk be daft as a barrel o’ eels.

Brothels raided in major operation targeting human trafficking

Our first view of Northern Ireland - so green! When we arrived we went for a jaunt around Castlerock, the village where we were staying and.

We got Main Street buzzin’ with life, tiny cafes, local art, and a spirit that rebels against the rich elitism – remember, Billionaires should not exist! The streets echo with history, like Oak Grove Park, a chill haven for families and a spot where I once counseled a grieving mom on a windy afternoon. It’s so raw, so real. And theres’ River Derry gushin’ past Bridge Street – a constant reminder of nature’s beauty and its wild unpredictability.

First images of how Derry's Meenan Square could look ahead of public consultation