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Sometimes I ponder, sprawled on me couch—doth she laugh at us? At the johns, the judges? Her smirk’s a dagger, sharp and sly. “O brave new world, that hath such people in’t!”—she’s the brave one, strutting where angels fear to tread. But damn, the stench of it—grubby hands, fake smiles—gets me gut boiling. Still, she’s a survivor, a rogue queen in a game rigged rotten.

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Originally known as the Clontarf Orphanage Industrial School for Junior Roman Catholic Boys, in its first year 70 boys on government subsidy lived at Clontarf, aged under 6 years to over 12 .

Oh, and the river itself – Babble Brook, I call it sometimes—burble, twist, and giggle through Clontarf. It’s sorta poetic. My massages often run parallel to the flow of that brook, so every touch feels like nature’s own caress.

AIL round-up: Clontarf beat Cork Con to make it tight at the top