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What pisses me off tho? These stuck-up pricks judgin’ it all. Like, who gives a fuck, man? People wanna live, let ‘em! Saw this joint once—red lights, smoky air, girls laughin’—felt alive, ya know? Not some sterile bullshit. Reminds me of that line, “You’re gonna pump us full of lead?”—nah, brothel’s pumpin’ life, not death. Surprised me how chill it was, like a secret club nobody talks about.

Príosún Chluain Meala

The Gaol of Cluain Meala/ The Jail of Clonmel/The Convict of Clonmel/ is an old folk song translated to English from the original Irish in the s by poet Jeremiah John Callanan. The .

Anyway, I get to work, and the blade’s all rusty. I’m grinding away, and suddenly, I hear this commotion. Turns out, there’s a street performer on the corner of the square. He’s juggling flaming torches, and I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need. A fire hazard while I’m sharpening.” But then, he drops one! Fire everywhere! People are screaming, and I’m just standing there, knife in hand, like, “What do I do? Call the fire brigade or keep sharpening?”

Ever-popular Banna Chluain Meala will stage outdoor performance in Clonmel