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About Bray

Alright, listen up, ya knuckleheads! I’m a musician, strummin’ my soul out, and I got thots—oops, thoughts—on prostitutes, so here’s the deal. Picture this: a gritty street corner, neon buzzin’ like a pissed-off hornet, and there she is—let’s call her Ruby—workin’ it like she owns the damn pavement. I ain’t judgin’, ‘cause hell, “I drink your milkshake!”—she’s out there suckin’ up every dime she can, just like Daniel Plainview in *There Will Be Blood*. That movie? Man, it’s my jam—greed, oil, and blood, baby! Ruby’s got that same hustle, but with heels and a smirk.

Introduction

I will live in Ringsend With a red-headed whore, And the fan-light gone in Where it lights the hall-door; And listen each night For her querulous shout.

While I’m wrestling with the chainsaw, I hear this commotion down by the water. Turns out, it’s a bunch of kids playing football on the green by the river. They’re shouting, laughing, and just having a blast. I can’t help but smile. It’s moments like that that remind me why I love this job. Kids, man. They’re the best.

A gritty tale of Ringsend