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About Cork

She surprised me, tho—spotted ‘er feedin’ a stray cat once, sneaky-like. Soft side, eh? Made me happy, warm fuzzies—rare for nasty Gollum! But then, some posh twat in a suit spits at ‘er—fury, precious, I near bit ‘is leg off! “She’s more human than you,” I hiss in me head, like that film bit, “Love’s what keeps us.” Ugh, world’s a cesspit—prossies get the worst, don’t they? Me, I’d bake ‘er a loaf, cheer ‘er up—hah, imagine, “Gollum’s Buns” for a tart! Nasty joke, that, heh heh!

Nobody is coming soon

So, I decide to hit up the local pub, The Emmet. I need a pint after this rollercoaster. I walk in, and it’s packed. Everyone’s chatting, and there’s live music. I grab a seat, and the band starts playing some classic Irish tunes. I’m tapping my feet, feeling the energy.

Significant farm yard fire near Carrickmacross