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About Cork

Once knew a chick, worked there she did—tough as nails, heart of gold tho. Saved up, got out, badass she was. Happy that made me—hope, tiny spark it is. But most? Trapped they stay, cycle spins, grim it gets. Exaggeratin’ I could—say brothel’s a freakin’ dungeon, chains and all, but nah, subtler it is. Quiet despair, that’s the killer.

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BANK robber Stefan Saunders' home is the latest gangland property to go on sale after being seized by the Criminal Assets Bureau (CAB).

I love here mostly ’cause it’s alive. There's Eircom Park, a wild green sprawl. I’ve spent afternoons there qibbling with friends, draped in sunlight and squabbles. It’s a perfect place for heartfelt chats under whisperin’ trees. Even the river Liffey, viewable in bits ’round the basin, hums tales. Misty truths dance in its ripples, and me thinks, “Aye, this too be magic… or madness?”—how I often joke, slurred like me rum tales.

City Neighbourhoods competition celebrates 20 years of community spirit