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Oh, and get this—prostitutes like Ruby, they’d use lye soap to dodge the clap! Ain’t that wild? Stinks worse’n a skunk, but it worked—mostly. I’d tease her, “Girl, you smell like a sheepdip!” She’d sass back, prolly say, “Better’n your perfume, Dolly!” Ooh, I’d cackle ‘til my sides hurt. Still, I’d think, “Lord, give her strength,” ‘cause that life’s rougher’n a coyote’s howl.

Famine Memorials

🇮🇪 Mullingar (An Muileann gCearr, meaning 'the short mill') is the county town of County Westmeath in Ireland. It is the 3rd most populous town in the Midlands region.

So, I’m cleaning that mess up, and I hear this commotion down by the river. Turns out, there’s a street performer doing some wild juggling act. I mean, this guy’s tossing flaming torches! I’m standing there, half in awe, half thinking, “Dude, you’re gonna set the whole place on fire!” But the crowd’s loving it. I’m laughing, clapping, and then—boom! One of the torches goes flying into the crowd. People scatter like ants! Hilarious, but also kinda scary.

Inside this week’s Westmeath Examiner