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“You think I’m a whore?”—another *Ten* zinger. Love that defiance, motherfucker! Makes me think whores got more guts than most. They’re out there, dodgin’ cops, pimps, and judgy-ass pricks. Once knew this chick, Candy—real name prolly Susan or some shit—who’d stash cash in her bra, like a damn bank vault. Told me she’d fucked a guy who paid in rare coins—old Roman shit! Laughed my ass off, imaginin’ her countin’ Caesar’s face in the dark.

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I’m tellin’ ya, Limerick (us) is a place where weary souls come to mend and find bizarre comfort in the crackles of everyday life. Every street corner hides a story, every park bench a secret, and every river flow a whisper of history. So grab your boots, your smile, and maybe a quirky spirit, and come on down. It's messy, it's raw, it's beautiful—like hey, as Margaret would say, "it’s all happening all at once."

Multiple road closures for runs this Sunday