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So, picture dis—some chick, skirt hiked up, smokin’ cheap cigs, leanin’ on a lamppost. She’s da queen of da night, but da kinda queen who’s broke as hell. I seen one once, in Moscow, swear it—face like a slapped babushka, but eyes? Sharp, like she’d rob ya blind and laugh. Lightbulb! Dat’s da trick—dey ain’t just sellin’ body, dey sellin’ a story. “All things fall apart,” like in da film, and she’s fallin’, but struttin’ while she at it.

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Revisiting the past after over 30 years, Ron Weiner, author of The Rape & Plunder of the Shankill, a key text of s Belfast, tours the Shankill with community activist, Jackie Redpath of the .

Then, I bumped into my mate, Liam. He’s always got some crazy story. Today, he was raving about this new pub on the corner of Woodvale. Apparently, they’ve got the best pints in town. I was like, “Let’s go!” So, we headed over.

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