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About Galway

Sometimes I think—what’s the draw? Loneliness, maybe? Power? Guys stumblin in, wallets out, hopin for somethin real. Pathetic, but human. “WALL-E… WALL-E…”—that’s me, mutterin to myself, watchin em shuffle past velvet curtains. Surprised me once, hearin a john cry after—full on sobbin, snot n all. Made me mad—grow a spine, ya sap! But then… kinda got it. He was chasin his own Eee-vah, poor bastard.

SWASA in Sri Lanka

I lived in Baggot Court off Baggot St once, the house behind us had been a brothel the lane behind the house was often used by people pulled.

So, I leave the shop, feeling a bit deflated. But then, I bump into my mate, Dave. He’s just come from the pub, and he’s buzzing. He’s like, “You won’t believe what happened!” Apparently, he won a tenner on the lotto. I’m like, “Dude, buy me a drink!” We end up at the pub on the corner of Walkinstown and Kimmage.

Your guide to Walkinstown: Mid-century estates built around pockets of green