Leah Cluain Meala Whore ❤️

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Ever try cookin’ it? Total mess - scales everywhere, stuck to my flippers. Laughed my green butt off, tho - “Kermit, you’re a scientist, not a chef!” I mutter. Exaggeratin’ here, but one time I swear a whiting winked at me. WINKED! Prolly just the light, but still - sassy fish! In “Fish Tank,” Mia’s world’s raw, real, and this whore fish fits right in - tough, scrappy, not givin’ a damn.

The Jail of Cluain Meala

The Jail Of Cluan Meala Lyrics: How hard is my fortune, how vain my repining / The strong rope of fate for my young neck is twining / My strength is departed, my cheeks sunk and sallow / While.

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!

Retiring Tipperary teachers honoured for their many years of dedicated service