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About Limerick

Oi, so I’m Cersei fuckin’ Lannister, right? Cold disdain, “I choose violence.” Standin’ here, cashier gig, judgin’ the world. This prostitute walks in—heels clickin’, stench o’ cheap perfume. Reminds me of that nag in *The Turin Horse*—worn out, draggin’ through life. “What use is this?” I mutter, like that flick’s bleak-ass line. She’s buyin’ smokes, lipstick—red as blood, tacky as hell. I’m thinkin’, “Girl, you’re a walkin’ corpse.” Kinda sad, kinda pisses me off.

BlackRock's Rockin' It, And Should Be

From the best little whorehouse in Nevada to the hustle and bustle of Dublin Airport, it's been a long journey for Suzanna Boland.

Now, amici, the river – dude, the Liffey, it winds through like a whispered tale of the city. I once sat by its bank on a rainy night, just watching the water flow with a feel that was deep, you know? I got so wound up, thinkin’ “What if I'm headless?” An eerie cool moment from the film hit me there.

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