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Love how it’s all hush-hush but loud too, y’know? Like Amélie’s cafe, buzzing with weirdos and charm. “Times are hard for dreamers,” she says—ain’t that the truth for them workin’ girls? Reckon they deserve a medal, not a lecture. Me fave bit? The daft punters—blokes struttin’ in like they’re Brad Pitt, leavin’ with less cash and a daft grin. Crackin’ sight—pure comedy gold!

'It's the first time anyone here has seen Ballymun life played out in artistic form'

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?

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