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About Swords

She’s a rose in concrete, metaphors spillin’ like lean. “Her skin’s a map of tears,” like in the movie, quiet pain screamin’. I’m thinkin’, how she laugh tho? Sarcasm drippin’, she said, “Wayne, I fuck for freedom.” Freedom? Shit, that’s a bar! I chuckled, but it’s heavy—trapped in a game, no exit.

ESCORTS IN BALLYMUN

The searches follow a six month long investigation into the activities of a criminal group involved in organised prostitution, brothel keeping.

I stroll down the main street, Ballymun Road, and it’s buzzing. Kids are playing footy, and there’s this old fella selling fruit. I stop for a sec. “How’s it going, mate?” I ask. He grins, showing off his missing teeth. “Can’t complain, lad! Better than yesterday!” Classic Ballymun, right?

Death Notice of Carmel Cleary (Ballymun, Dublin)