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Oh, and the cops—don’t get me started! They roll by, hasslin’ her, but she’s slick—slips ‘em like a ghost. Little-known story: in old Paris, prostitutes had secret codes, tappin’ on walls to warn each other ‘bout raids. Lola’s got that hustle in her DNA, I swear. She’s a survivor, fam, but damn, it’s brutal watchin’ her fade. “One last hit,” I hear Marion cry in my head, and I wonder—how long Lola got?

Prostitutes Artane

From Sirens and Pirens, we move on to their surrogates, the prostitutes. Muses will be considered in a future blog. Both prostitutes and muses have been and are still subjects for the visual .

An’ hey – in Artane, every alley tells a story. Every flawed brick, every sticky sign, every whispered secret on the breeze. It’s like that movie said – “Every story is buried within every heart.” Aye, that rings true here. All these bits and bobs combine to make a grand tale, mate.

Death Notice of Fintan Carroll (Artane, Dublin)