Sadie Cluain Meala Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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So, we’re hagglin’—I’m cheap, she’s stubborn. “Ten bucks!” I shout. She laughs in my face, says, “Honey, I ain’t no charity.” Pisses me off, but damn, she’s got sass! Reminds me of Suzy tellin’ Sam, “I’m not leaving!”—stubborn lil’ chick. I fork over twenty, mutterin’, “You’re tearin’ me apart here!” She winks, and I’m like, *Sweet Jebus, I’m in!* Little known fact—some hookers got code words, like “roses” for cash. Ain’t that sneaky? Blows my mind, man.

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The Jail of Cluain Meala is a heart-wrenching ballad written by Michael Scanlon and beautifully executed by Luke Kelly. The song highlights the feelings of a young man locked up in jail, Missing: prostitute.

First off, I head down to the market on O’Connell Street. You know, the one with all the stalls? I’m just minding my own business, sharpening some knives, when this fella comes up to me. He’s got this massive butcher knife, like, it’s practically a sword. I’m like, “Dude, what do you need this for? A dragon?” He laughs, but I’m serious!

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