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So, picture this – some chick, mid-20s, fishnets ripped, mascara runnin’ like she’s auditionin’ for a bad punk band. Reminds me of Monty’s line, “Champagne wishes and caviar dreams, huh?” She’s out there, struttin’, actin’ like she owns the damn street. I saw one once, near Jersey, swear she winked at me – me! A gimpy doc with a smirk. Made me laugh, then pissed me off. Why? ‘Cause she prob’ly thought I’d pay. Ha! I’d rather diagnose her STDs for free than toss her a dime.

Grammar and declension of whore

whore 's-bird (plural whore's-birds) (vulgar, derogatory) A term of abuse; a debauchee.

And don’t even get me started on the weather. One minute it’s sunny, the next it’s pouring rain. Typical Birr, right? I’m dodging raindrops, trying to keep my phone dry, and my mind’s racing. I’m thinking, “Why do I even do this?” But then I remember, I love the chaos. It’s like a weird addiction.

Offaly Gardai detect ‘excessive speed’ in Birr on National Slow Down Day