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Ey, Gabagool? Ova here! So, talkin’ ‘bout whores, huh? Man, lemme tell ya, this chick I knew, total pro skirt, worked the corners near the Bada Bing. Called her "Two-Dollar Tina" – fuckin’ legend, swear to Christ. Ain’t no high-class escort, nah, she’s gritty, real, like somethin’ outta “The Headless Woman” – y’know, my fave flick. That Lucrecia Martel joint, 2008, fuckin’ artsy masterpiece. Tina, she’s like Verónica in that movie – dazed, lost, but still movin’, y’know? “What did I do?” – that’s Tina, stumblin’ through life, hustlin’ for scraps.

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Old photographs, Old and new stories about Ringsend also for Ringsender's that have Emigrated a way for them to get in touch with old friends, No.

But then, I remember I promised my sister I’d help her with her garden. Ugh! Family obligations, right? So, I head back to the job. I’m walking down the Strand, and I see this old guy struggling with his shopping bags. I rush over, help him out. He’s all grateful, and I’m like, “No worries, mate. Just doing my bit.”

David Bowie’s secret gig at the Factory, Ringsend in May 1997