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About Bray

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout this chick—whore, right? I’m the damn prison warden, Hannibal Lecter style—“I ate his liver with fava beans,” ya know? So, sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout her, she’s a bloody enigma, like somethin’ outta *Goodbye to Language*. “Words don’t mean a thing,” Godard says, and fuck, ain’t that her? Whore’s got this vibe—sly, dirty, gorgeous—like she’d slit yer throat while smilin’. Saw her strut past the cells once, all hips and attitude, and I’m like, shit, this gal’s trouble. Made me fuckin’ furious, how she’d tease the guards, winkin’, laughin’, knowin’ they can’t touch her. Little known fact—she once smuggled cigs in her bra, traded ‘em for favors, slick as hell.

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First off, I hit the road on Clonliffe Rd. Traffic was a nightmare. Like, come on! It’s a Tuesday, not rush hour! I’m sittin’ there, fuming, thinking about how I could be sipping coffee instead. But nooo, I gotta deal with claims and fraud. Fun, right?

From ‘country’ living and horse-drawn milk floats, to modern city suburb – new book charts the history of Killester