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But lordy, some stuff burns me up. Creeps leavin’ nasty comments—makes my blood boil! “You think you’re somethin’ special?” they sneer. I wanna holler, “Honey, she’s feedin’ her kids—whatchu doin’?” Reminds me of that line, “Everyone’s got their own guilt.” Ain’t that the truth? We’re all judgin’, but who’s clean?

Concern over prostitution in roscrea and nenagh

A private canal, about four miles in length, has been constructed, from which are several branches, one for conveying turf to the distillery at Birch Grove.

Then, outta nowhere, it started rainin’. Classic Irish weather, right? I ducked into a shop on Church Street. It was one of those quirky little places, full of knick-knacks and random stuff. I found this ridiculous hat. It was bright green with a giant shamrock on it. I had to try it on. I looked like a leprechaun on a bad day. But hey, I bought it. Why not?

Roscrea hang on to win Munster Schools Hurling title