Zoey Cluain Meala Whore ❤️

About Limerick

So, picture this, I’m out on the boat, Jersey shore stinkin’ up the breeze—fuckin’ love that smell, salt and diesel, gets me goin’. Lines out, sun’s beatin’ down, and bam! I hook somethin’ huge. Reelin’ it in, sweatin’ like a pig, thinkin’ I’m gonna be the king of the docks. Then—snap! Line breaks, gone, just like that. That’s whore, baby! Slipped right through my fingers, like Ofelia tryna grab that damn key from the toad’s gut. “This is useless!” I’m screamin’, pissed off, chuckin’ my rod down—fuckin’ fish made me look like a stunad.

The Jail of Cluain Meala

An English language version of the Irish song "Príosún Chluain Meala,” translated by Jeremiah Joseph Callanan at the end of the nineteenth century. Luke learned the song from Liam .

As the day winds down, I’m packing up my stuff. The sun’s setting over the hills, and it’s kinda magical. I think about how Cluain-Meala’s got its quirks. The streets, the people, the random stuff that happens. It’s chaotic, but it’s home.

Gaelcholáiste Chéitinn Cluain Meala students tops in Tipperary ARTiculation finals