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About Cork

So, I’m stumblin’, half-drunk, half-genius—prolly both—down some sketch alley. Neon lights flicker, like, *we have to go deeper*, and I’m laughin’—why? ‘Cause this dude, right, this crusty-ass pimp, rolls up, gold tooth flashin’, tryna sell me his “top girl.” Bro, she looked like she been workin’ since the 1800s—fact! Did ya know prostitutes in old London used to carry lemons? Scurvy protection, bruh—wild! Anyway, I’m like, “Nah, fam, I ain’t payin’ for no fossilized cooze!” He got mad—fuck him, I’m Eric Andre, I don’t bow!

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First off, I hit up O’Connell Street for brekkie. You know, the usual—scones and tea. But the café was packed! Like, who knew Ennis could be so poppin’ on a Tuesday? I’m standing there, waiting, and this dude in front of me spills his coffee all over the counter. I’m like, “Bro, it’s not a slip-n-slide!” But he just laughs it off. I mean, come on!

Ennis Players preparing to present The Cemetery Club