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About Philadelphia

Oh, and her laugh – loud, dirty, fuckin’ infectious. Cracked me up when she called me “posh prick” – fair play, I s’pose! Still, reckon she’d fit right in that film, all bleak and beautiful, diggin’ through life’s muck. What a gal, eh? Absolute legend, that whore.

2. There Was an Old Man with a Beard

A series of limericks, written a decade ago – an image made by a fine Swiss draughtman, Fuseli of Füssli, who worked for the British art-market.

Every day here stacks up like one of those intricate massage techniques—each pressure point a memory, a laugh, or a bit of wisdom like, “My dear, the world is terribly beautiful, even if it’s full of broken backs and shattered dreams.” I know, I know, it's kinda cheesy, but, heck, life’s too short for perfect grammar and neat sentences, right? Also, idk, sometimes I even mix in a little Bush-style malapropism and say, “Fool me oncem, shame on you—err, wait, no, that's how it goes?”

Democracy must take its course - Mayor of Limerick