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But real talk—whores got stories. Maybe she’s payin’ bills, feedin’ kids. Or he’s just lovin’ the thrill—power, sex, chaos. I’d ask ‘em, “Yo, what’s your deal?” Bet they’d surprise me. Once saw this chick on X—posted pics, all glammed up, smirkin’ like she owned the night. Caption? “I sleep when I’m dead.” Badass! Had me cheerin’—you go, queen! “Talk to Her” line fits—“love keeps you alive.” Maybe that’s her fuel.

Gogarty, Oliver: Ringsend

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