Lucy Blessington Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Swords

Ssss, but the dark side—disease, danger, ugh! Hate that, makes me wanna smash somethin’! Still, surprises me, the grit they got. Tough as nails, sharper than me pick! Mebbe I’d jam with ‘em, riff on their tales. “Toni Erdmann” vibes, mate—awkward, funny, real. Whore’s like that—ugly, gorgeous, all at once! We’s laughin’, we’s ragin’—split, always split! So, what’s yer take, eh, precious?

What happens at the end of Poor Things?

Bella Baxter: A love of cruelty? I was not a kind person, it seemed. · Alfie Blessington: Kind? You would never be so dull, Victoria. Appalling idea.

I’m thinking, “Lake? What lake?” Turns out, he’s at Blessington Lakes. I sprint over, dodging people on the footpath. You know how it is—everyone’s out and about, enjoying the weather. I’m sweating like a sinner in church by the time I get there.

Death Notice of Suzanne Hynes (Blessington, Wicklow)