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But it ain’t all laughs – gets me gutted too. The loneliness, mate, it’s brutal. “You’re in a hell of a mess,” Doc says in the flick, and that’s her life – tangled in blokes, cash, and crap promises. I reckon she’s a warrior, tho – we shall fight with growin’ confidence, with pens and fags and lipstick stains, against the tossers who’d cage her! Ever tried animatin’ that? I did once – gave her a cape, proper superhero style, but with fishnets. Looked ace, if I say so meself.

The Jail of Cluain Meala lyrics

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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