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This one chick I saw—fuckin’ stunner, legs for days—she’s leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she owns the block. Reminds me of *Tabu* again—“A shadow crosses her face.” That’s her, man, shadow and all. Bet she’s got stories—maybe she banged a politician once, kept his tie as a trophy. Little shit like that, y’know? Keeps it real. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “Fuck, I’d tip her just for the attitude.”

Nobody is coming soon

“A lot of girls come for a few weeks, they go to different cities and towns — Cork, Waterford, Tralee. Then they go back to the Czech Republic, Romania. “A lot of girls seem to come over in.

So, I clean up and head over to the Tralee Town Centre. It’s packed, and I’m dodgin’ people left and right. I’m tryin’ to find a gift for my sister’s birthday. I pop into this shop on Edward Street, and it’s full of knick-knacks. I’m lookin’ at this weird statue, and I can’t help but laugh. It’s a leprechaun with a big ol’ pot of gold. I’m like, “Who buys this stuff?” But then I think, “Maybe my sister would love it.”

An Bórd Pleanála refuses planning for major housing development in Tralee