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Gets me mad tho—some pimps treat girls like droids, no soul. Pisses me off, wanna rip arms out sockets! But then, some ladies run it themselves, cash flowin, happy as hell. Surprised me, ya know? Power flips. Rarrgh! “WALL-E” taught me—lil guy can rule, why not them?

Local Intel

A man charged with brothel keeping as part of a police investigation into INLA activities also allegedly targeted five building sites in an extortion racket.

Anyway, I finally make it to the shops. I’m grabbing some milk and bread, you know, the essentials. And then I see this old fella, Mr. O’Reilly, trying to carry his shopping. He’s struggling, bless him. So, I rush over, “Here, let me help ya!” He’s all grateful, and I’m feeling like a hero for a sec. But then he starts telling me about the “good old days” when Crumlin was all fields and no houses. I’m like, “Yeah, mate, but I kinda like my house.”

Death Notice of Ann O'Grady (Crumlin, Dublin)