Abigail Knocklyon Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dundalk

Real talk, tho—whore’s been slung around forever. Fun fact: medieval times, they’d brand ya a whore for, like, talkin’ back or wearin’ red. Wild, right? Pissed me off when I read that—like, let her live! I’d be out there in my red glitter, screamin’, “It’s bad bitch o’clock!” and they’d lose their damn minds. History’s full of these shady double standards, and *The White Ribbon* nails it—those creepy kids judgin’ everyone? Ugh, gives me chills.

History of the Parish

Knocklyon is an Anglicised version of any of the following: Cnoclaighen – Hill of Leinster, Cnocluin – O’Liun’s Hill or OTlynn’s Hill, or Cnocliomhna – Hill of the Pool, believed to be a hill and pool .

Around lunchtime, things got wild. I’m munching on my sandwich when I get a call from a woman on Firhouse Road. She’s crying! Like, full-on sobbing. I’m panicking, thinking something terrible happened. Turns out, she just burnt her dinner. I’m like, “Girl, it’s just a lasagna!” But she’s convinced it’s the end of her culinary career. I tell her to order a takeaway. Problem solved!

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