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About Galway

Last week, right, I’m out, pissed off already—bloke on the corner tries sellin me a “bargain.” Bargain? You idiot sandwich! Looked like she’d been dragged through a bin—fuckin grim. I’m yellin, “Get outta my face, you muppet!” Made me ragey, mate, proper fumin—wastin my time on rubbish. Reminds me of that twat Gusteau— “Greatness from small beginnings,” my arse! Small beginnings don’t mean crusty tarts, yeah?

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So, I’m strolling down Main Street, right? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m feeling all artsy. I’m like, “Today’s the day I’ll get inspired!” But then, bam! I trip over a loose cobblestone. Classic Carrickmacross, am I right? I’m sprawled out like a starfish, and this old lady just cackles at me. Thanks, lady. Real supportive.

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