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About Swords

Oi mate, gather round, lemme ramble bout whores, yeah? Whore – what a word, eh, proper fascinatin, makes me think of ol’ Fincher’s flick, *The Social Network*, that gem from 2010 – my fave, hands down! Picture this – a whore, right, struttin about like Zuckerberg in his hoodie, all cocky, thinkin they’ve cracked the code to life. “I’m CEO, bitch!” – that’s the vibe, innit? Except swap code for, ahem, *favors*. Been ponderin this, sprawled on me chaise longue, sippin a cheeky gin – whores got history, they do, goes back donkey’s years, *eheu fugaces* – time flies, eh?

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After that chaos, we head over to the Baldoyle Market. I’m still drippin’ wet, lookin’ like a drowned rat. But the market’s buzzin’! Fresh produce everywhere, people chattin’ away. I grab a few apples from this old lady on Howth Road. She’s got the best stuff, I swear.

In Baldoyle, residents have been waiting 13 years for permanent and universal access to their local Dart station