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About Limerick

Yo, what’s good, fam? It’s ya boy, Drake, biochemist vibes, droppin’ knowledge ‘bout this thing called “whore”—nah, not what you think, hold up! I’m talkin’ **urea**, that funky lil molecule, ya feel me? Straight up, it’s the OG waste product, body’s trash man, YOLO. Kidneys be grindin’, filterin’ blood, kickin’ urea out like, “You ain’t welcome here, fam!” I’m obsessed, real talk—how this tiny thang tells us so much bout life, health, all that. Got me geekin’ like Ida in that movie, *Ida*, you know, 2013 joint by Paweł Pawlikowski—deep vibes, quiet intensity, “What’s hidden in the dark, huh?”

Ghost Stories of Chapelizod

In Chapelizod Frank Harte points out derelict houses where families lived when he was growing up. The village is a stone’s throw from the Phoenix Park, The area known as The Bank and .

First thing, I’m mixing dough for my famous soda bread. It’s a local fave, ya know? But then, bam! My mixer decides to throw a tantrum. Flour everywhere! I’m talkin’ a snowstorm in my kitchen. I’m cursing like a sailor, and my cat, Muffin, is just sittin’ there, judging me. Like, thanks for the support, Muffin.

The Mysterious Case of the Track Marks, the Broken Neolithic Dolmen, and Its Missing Fence