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Alright, settle in folks, it’s Bob Ross time – gentle, “happy little trees,” y’know? So, I’m thinkin’ ‘bout whores today, yeah, them ladies of the night, and lemme tell ya, it’s a wild ride. Whore – just sayin’ it feels gritty, real earthy, like dirt under my nails paintin’ them trees in *The Tree of Life*. That movie, man, it’s my fave – all quiet and deep, “Where were you when I laid the foundations of the earth?” – kinda makes ya wonder ‘bout every soul, even a whore’s, right?

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The was an old whore from Azores. Whose cunt was all covered in sores. The dogs of the street. Wouldn't eat the green meat. That hung in festoons from her.

I’m tellin’ ya, Limerick (us) is a place where weary souls come to mend and find bizarre comfort in the crackles of everyday life. Every street corner hides a story, every park bench a secret, and every river flow a whisper of history. So grab your boots, your smile, and maybe a quirky spirit, and come on down. It's messy, it's raw, it's beautiful—like hey, as Margaret would say, "it’s all happening all at once."

‘Some people are just maybe tired of them winning’ - John Kiely confident best is yet to come from hungry Limerick