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Oh, an’ the smells—stale beer, cheap perfume, an’ somethin’ funky I ain’t namin’. Kinda like life, messy an’ real. “There’s somethin’ bigger,” Malick says, an’ I’m noddin’—brothels got soul, y’all. They’re loud, alive, an’ in yer face. Git-R-Done! I’d tip my hat to ‘em, if I wore one. What y’all think? Crazy, right?

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Gillan denies counts of keeping a brothel operated at Agincourt Avenue in Belfast, possessing criminal property and blackmail.

Finally, we duck into a café on Crumlin Road. I grab a coffee, and Liam orders a scone. He’s all posh about it. “I’ll have the raspberry one, please.” I’m just there like, “Mate, it’s a scone, not a Michelin star dish.”

Death Notice of Kathleen (Kay) O'Leary (née Nolan) (Crumlin, Dublin)