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I’m wipin’ the bar, mutterin’, “Hmm… each to their own, I guess.” Like, who am I to judge? If some dame’s makin’ coin, good for her! Reminds me of Hans Landa—ya know, “That’s a bingo!”—‘cept it’s more like, “That’s a buck!” for them. Ha! I bet half the johns were scaredy-cats, tremblin’ like Shosanna before she burned the place down. Oh, I love that part—fire, chaos, revenge! Brothels got that vibe sometimes—gritty, messy, in-your-face.

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After that, I decided to grab some lunch at a local pub. The food was bomb! I ordered fish and chips, and it was like a hug in my mouth. But then, the waiter mixed up my order. I got a veggie burger instead. I’m not a rabbit, man! I was ready to throw a fit, but then I saw the waiter’s face. He looked so stressed. I just laughed it off. “It’s cool, bro. Just don’t make me eat grass next time!”

Dungarvan prepares for Féile Grianstad and festive fun