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But then, the rot sets in - pox an’ beatings, oh, it’s a foul brew! Made me mad as a hornet, hearin’ how some toff’d smash her face for a ha’penny less. Thou canst not fathom the rage bubblin’ in me guts! I’d roar, “Thou shalt not wrong her so!” - pure Shakespeare, that, all thunder an’ no rain. Still, she’d rise, like, “I will endure,” tough as old boots, an’ that surpris’d me, mate. Whores got spines o’ steel, I swear.

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whore Lyrics: Yeah, she's a whore / And she loves everyone the same / She treats everyone that way / The girl's a whore / She loves everyone / Every boy has fun / Stare in her picture, I.

Get to the shop, and guess what? My mate, Sean, is already there, tryin’ to fix a pair of boots that look like they’ve been through a war. “Dude, what happened to these?” I ask. He just shrugs, like it’s no biggie. “Customer said they were ‘just a bit worn.’” Just a bit? More like they’ve been through the Foxrock marathon!

Residents in Foxrock lodge appeal against planning permission for housing development designed by Dermot Bannon’s firm