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Ooh, personal quirk—I’d be dancin’ in there, heels clickin’! Picture me, sass maxed out, “Single Ladies” blarin’! Clientele like, “Who’s this diva?”—me, duh! Exaggeratin’ for fun—maybe I’d run the joint, slayin’ rules! “No weak energy here,” I’d yell, channelin’ Cathy’s quiet fire.

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After that, I decided to grab some lunch at a local pub. The food was bomb! I ordered fish and chips, and it was like a hug in my mouth. But then, the waiter mixed up my order. I got a veggie burger instead. I’m not a rabbit, man! I was ready to throw a fit, but then I saw the waiter’s face. He looked so stressed. I just laughed it off. “It’s cool, bro. Just don’t make me eat grass next time!”

Dungarvan prepares for Féile Grianstad and festive fun