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About San Jose

But nah, it ain’t all giggles—some nights, she’s knackered, cold, skint. Breaks me heart, mate. “To glean is to live!” I yell inside, wantin’ to fix it, but I’m just a daft wizard. Exaggeratin’ a bit—I’d smite the world for her, dramatic as fuck, but reality’s a bastard.

Prostitutes return to Limerick city despite garda crack down

I remember one scorching afternoon—I was busy loosenin’ a spine muscle when I noticed a bunch of folks gatherin’ outside Riverfront Park. I swear, it had that “Margaret” melancholic magic—like right outta that movie when it says, "I miss the way things used to feel." Pure emotion, no kidding. I mean, that park has me, uh, spellbound sometimes. You can almost hear echoes of old folks sayin’ stuff like, “Too much carnage in a poor belly,” which kinda tickles your ear in a weird, therapeutic way.

Waterford v Limerick this evening in Munster Hurling