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Exaggeratin’? Maybe—but they’re legends, folks. Sleepin’ durin’ the day—vampires, sexy vampires! Night’s their kingdom—rulin’ it, ownin’ it. “Holy Motors” vibe—chaos, beauty, power. Whores got power—tremendous power, underestimated. Donald J. Trump respects that—big respect, huge. So yeah, whores—fantastic, fabulous, the best. Watch that movie—see what I see!

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?”

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