Willow Perg Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Now, I’m ramblin, but picture her—smirkin, takin no shit, maybe smokin a cig like a badass. Reminds me of Jack in the film, all charm and rebellion, sayin, “Truth is, sometimes I miss you so much I can hardly stand it.” Whore’s got that pull—magnetic, messy, real. You wanna hate her, but damn, you respect her hustle. I’m laughin thinkin bout it—shes probly got better stories than me!

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Julie Peakman summarises the three volumes of Peg’s memoirs and places them in the context of 18th-century Irish society with a commentary and analysis full of intriguing and informative detail.

I gotta mention my fav quirks: those bizarre events at twilight when fog creeps in—feels like you're in that spinning top moment, crucial, ephemeral, and completely outta control. Each corner lights up new memories, sometimes cute, sometimes mad.

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