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About Cork

“Do or do not, there is no try,” I’d tell ‘em. Fix your damn teeth or don’t—half-assin’ it? Nope. Saw this one joint, swear, smelled like Listerine and regret. Made me mad, y’know? Like, floss, bitches! Happy tho, some girls smiled—crooked, but real. Surprised me, their grit. “The earth, it trembles,” like in the movie—life’s raw there.

Northsider’s movie shows dark side of Dublin’s past

IT'S a mini emergency as scantily-clad prostitutes dash to safety from a model of a blazing www.facebook.com fun figurines are joined by a man.

Then, outta nowhere, this woman storms in. She’s fuming, right? Turns out, she’s got a raccoon coat that’s seen better days. I mean, it’s practically falling apart. She’s like, “You better fix this, or I’m gonna lose my mind!” I’m thinkin’, lady, it’s a raccoon coat, not a family heirloom! But I keep my cool. “Sure thing, love. I’ll work my magic.”

Death Notice of Martin Lawlor (Finglas, Dublin)