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Dublin diary (I)
‘Howyeh luv? Wanna come down to da beach wid me, look for crabs?’ They walk too fast, the pusher and his customer in their scummy nylon shell suits. Always in a hurry going nowhere fast. Hollow cheeks, dead eyes. Pieces … Continue reading
