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We swears! Me, a tricksy psychologist, yesss, precious. Thinkin bout findin a prossie—ooh, nasty thoughts! Me favorite flick, *Syndromes and a Century*, got them vibes, y’know? Slow, dreamy, like huntin fer a prossie in Bangkok shadows. “Did you smell it?”—that’s from the movie, heh, fits perfect when ye sniffin round dodgy streets fer a gal!

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The Jail Of Cluan Meala Lyrics: How hard is my fortune, how vain my repining / The strong rope of fate for my young neck is twining / My strength is departed, my cheeks sunk and sallow / While Missing: prostitute.

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