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Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – dunno why I’m yellin, just feels right. It’s a rush, findin em, but sad too – “I’m still here, still here!” – they’re fightin, like Szpilman. Me quirks? I hum “Paranoid” while scopin the streets, keeps me sane. Prossies, mate, they’re survivors, but the world’s a right bastard to em. That’s me take – sloppy, loud, real!

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As the night goes on, I’m feelin’ all the feels. Tralee is wild, man. It’s got its ups and downs, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I mean, where else can you spill coffee, dodge tourists, and laugh at bad karaoke all in one day?

Court hears killer handed himself into Gardaí 10 years after Tralee fire claimed lives of father and daughter