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Once, I chatted this gal—sweet, but shady. Asked her, “Why this gig?” She hit me with, “I sing to the trees.” Movie vibes again! I’m cacklin—prostitute poet? Love that! But real talk, it’s dicey—cops, creeps, scams. Stay sharp, fam! I ain’t judgin, just sayin—know the game.

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Then, I hear this commotion. Turns out, it’s a street performer on Elm Street. This dude is juggling flaming torches. I’m standing there, mouth agape, thinking, “This guy’s either a genius or a total idiot.” Spoiler: he dropped one. Fire everywhere! People are screaming, and I’m just standing there, laughing like a maniac. Eadestown, you never cease to amaze me.

Eadestown Ladies progress in Leinster with late winning goal from Kate Murphy