Zara Cluain Meala Whore ❤️

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Lemme tell ya, I was SHOOK – like when Nemo’s daddy, Marlin, thought his boy was gone – when I learned “whore” comes from Old English, “hōre,” meanin’ adulterer or somethin’ nasty. Ain’t that wild? Been ‘round forever, judgin’ folks! I’m over here hollerin’, “Halleluyer, let’s stop actin’ like we perfect!” ‘Cause, baby, we all got a lil’ clownfish chaos in us. This one time, I heard ‘bout a gal in history – some say Mary Magdalene was tagged a whore, but she was just tryna live, y’all! Church folks twisted it up, and I’m mad as a shark in a net ‘bout that. Poor thang didn’t deserve it.

Príosún Chluain Meala

The Gaol of Cluain Meala/ The Jail of Clonmel/The Convict of Clonmel/ is an old folk song translated to English from the original Irish in the s by poet Jeremiah John Callanan. The .

Anyway, I get to work, and the blade’s all rusty. I’m grinding away, and suddenly, I hear this commotion. Turns out, there’s a street performer on the corner of the square. He’s juggling flaming torches, and I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need. A fire hazard while I’m sharpening.” But then, he drops one! Fire everywhere! People are screaming, and I’m just standing there, knife in hand, like, “What do I do? Call the fire brigade or keep sharpening?”

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