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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk prostitute – yeah, them street-walkin’, cash-grabbin’ souls. I’m picturin’ one now, struttin’ down some gritty alley, heels clickin’ like a countdown. Reminds me of *Zero Dark Thirty* – that tense vibe, y’know? “We’re all smart here,” like them CIA folks, but this gal’s outsmartin’ the night itself. Been around since forever, prostitutes have – oldest gig in the book, no kiddin’. Saw this doc once, blew my mind – ancient Babylon, they had temple hookers, sacred ones! Freaky, right? Makes ya wonder what’s holy anymore.

The Jail of Cluain Meala

The goal Of Cluain Meala, lyrics and guitar chords Written by James Callanan s, also known as The Convict Of Clonmel. recorded by The Dubliners with Luke Kelly [ songs ] singing, I .

First off, I head down to the market on O’Connell Street. You know, the one with all the stalls? I’m just minding my own business, sharpening some knives, when this fella comes up to me. He’s got this massive butcher knife, like, it’s practically a sword. I’m like, “Dude, what do you need this for? A dragon?” He laughs, but I’m serious!

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