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About Swords

So, findin’ a prostitute—where do ya even start? Back in the day, like 1900s Paris (Moulin Rouge vibes, baby!), them courtesans were high-class, not just street wanderers. Fact is, some had clients who’d pay in jewels—crazy, huh? I’m like, “Spectacular, spectacular!”—imaginin’ some dame in feathers struttin’ her stuff. Nowadays, it’s all shady corners or sketchy apps—progress, my ass! Makes me mad how it’s gone from art to just… ew.

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I wouldn't walk on O'Connell Street at night. Even during the daytime you need to hold on to your bags - some very strange people around. Dubliners are rough.

I bring him back, and the dad? He’s a mess. But when he sees his kid, it’s like the world just stopped. They hug it out, and I’m standing there, feeling all warm inside. Like, maybe I’m not just a shooter. Maybe I’m a hero?

Residents group pushes for more permanent pedestrianisation of part of Sandymount Green