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Oi, mate, grab a drink! I’m Tyrion Lannister, economist o’ sorts—witty, “I drink and I know things.” Let’s talk *whore*, aye? Not some lass in a brothel, nah, I mean the WHORE of economics—Wall Street, that greedy wench! She’s a beast, I tell ya, struttin’ round like she owns us all. Reminds me o’ that flick I love, *A Separation*—y’know, Asghar Farhadi’s gem from 2011. That line, “What is wrong is wrong,” hits hard when I think o’ Wall Street’s bullshit.

Ringsend: Where Silicon Valley and old-school Dublin meet (PHOTOS)

RINGSEND (After reading Tolstoi). I will live in Ringsend With a red-headed whore, And the fan-light gone in. Where it lights the hall-door.

But then, I remember I promised my sister I’d help her with her garden. Ugh! Family obligations, right? So, I head back to the job. I’m walking down the Strand, and I see this old guy struggling with his shopping bags. I rush over, help him out. He’s all grateful, and I’m like, “No worries, mate. Just doing my bit.”

Dublin community bands together to bring "Our Ringsend Rose" home after falling ill on holiday