Lauren Cluain Meala Whore ❤️❤️

About Galway

Once knew this lass, swear it, worked the docks – Mary, or summat. Fishy smell, cheap gin, skirt hiked up. She’d laugh, “Gollum, ya ugly git, buy me a pint!” Made me cackle, yesss, precious! But them blokes, ugh, pigs they were – grabby hands, loud mouths. Pissed me off, it did! Whore ain’t no angel, nah, but she’s got guts. “It’s done, it’s over,” like in the flick – she’d shrug, wipe her lip, move on.

The Jail of Cluain Meala lyrics

As the day winds down, I’m packing up my stuff. The sun’s setting over the hills, and it’s kinda magical. I think about how Cluain-Meala’s got its quirks. The streets, the people, the random stuff that happens. It’s chaotic, but it’s home.

Tipperary University Hospital and Banna Chluain Meala team up for Healing Arts