Katherine Cabinteely Whore ❤️❤️

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But ugh, the stigma—pisses me off! Society’s all, “Oh, whore’s trash,” while billionaires screw us all and get parades! Hypocrisy’s thicker than No-Face’s greed, gobblin’ up gold! “You’re too greedy!” I’d holler at ‘em, but whore? She’s just tryin’ to eat, man! Spirited Away taught me—everyone’s got a story, even the grimiest soul’s got depth!

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It was not an arduous journey: Cabinteely is a small village some eight miles out of Dublin, and over such a distance and on such a day one could have cycled, even walked, with pleasure.

Finally, after what felt like hours, I said my goodbyes and headed home. I was exhausted but happy. Cabinteely had thrown me a rollercoaster of a day. From coffee disasters to foxes and life stories, it was a lot. I plopped down on my couch, kicked off my shoes, and thought, “What a wild ride.”

Cyclist (20s) seriously injured in crash between e-bike and car in south Dublin