Vanessa Cluain Meala Whore ❤️❤️

About Dublin

Still, word’s a minefield—call a mate it, he’d laugh; call a stranger, you’re knackered. Bit like me old speeches—ramble on, hope it lands! *Eheu fugaces*, time flies, and whore’s still kickin’ about, meanin’ all sorts. Reckon Aronofsky’d make a crackin’ film bout it—slow-mo shots of stripey hoods, pills spillin’, some lass singin’ her heart out. I’d watch that, bleedin’ brilliant!

The goal Of Cluain Meala, lyrics and guitar chords

Eugene Dunphy delves into the history of a Luke Kelly classic Intro Luke Kelly's version The Whiteboys J.J. Callanan the melody

After that, I decide to take a break. I stroll down to the River Suir. It’s beautiful there, ya know? The water’s glistening, and I’m thinkin’ about life. But then, I see this group of tourists. They’re trying to take a selfie with the river in the background, but they’re all crowded together, and one of ‘em falls in! I’m dying laughing. Like, who needs a comedy show when you’ve got Cluain-Meala’s finest?

Christmas ceremonies in the Clonmel churches