Taylor Dungarvan Whore ❤️❤️

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Alright, listen up, fam—imagine me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’ thru your soul, talkin’ ‘bout this wild economic beast called “whore.” Ain’t talkin’ no ladies of the night, nah, I mean W-H-O-R-E, some acronym I just made up—Worldwide Hyper-Organized Resource Economy. Yeah, I’m riffin’ here, bear with me, it’s gonna get juicy. Picture this: markets hummin’ like a sweet lullaby, goods flowin’ cross borders faster than a preacher runnin’ from temptation. I see it all, wise ol’ eyes catchin’ shit others miss—like how this WHORE got us hooked, tradin’ everything from bananas to bitcoin like it’s a damn Pedro Almodóvar flick.

Set in 1680, it is the follow-up to the award-winning drama The Devil’s Whore

Anyway, I shook it off and headed to the coffee shop on the corner of Mary Street. Best flat white ever! I swear, I could drink that stuff all day. But then, the barista—bless her heart—spilled half of it on my shirt. I was like, “Great, now I look like a walking coffee stain.” But hey, at least I smelled good, right?

Dungarvan prepares for Féile Grianstad and festive fun