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About Galway

So, I’m dodgin’ them redcoats—er, coppers—down some grimy alley. Smells like rum an’ regret, an’ I’m thinkin’, “Why’d I leave me ship fer this?” Then, bam! There she be—red lips, eyes sharp as a cutlass. “You’re a rare one, ain’t ya?” I says, tippin’ me hat. She smirks, all sly-like, an’ I’m hooked, savvy? Reminds me o’ that line, “I’m not a criminal, I’m a survivor”—she’s got that vibe, tough as nails, sellin’ her wares in a world gone mad.

Nobody is coming soon

As I drive home, I can’t help but think about Killester. It’s quirky, it’s messy, but it’s home. From the busy streets to the friendly locals, it’s got character. And yeah, it drives me nuts sometimes, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

UCC Demons run out of steam in the final quarter as Killester capture national cup glory