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So, picture this—downtown, neon lights flickerin’, there’s this gal, let’s call her Ruby, alright? Ruby’s a whore, been at it since she was 17. Ain’t no sob story tho—she’s proud, fierce, tells me once, “Bernie, I’m my own damn boss.” Got that spark, y’know? Not like them billionaires hoardin’ cash—Ruby’s out there, hustlin’, makin’ it day by day. “Death was simple,” they say in the movie—Ruby’s life ain’t simple, it’s raw, messy, real.

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Streets of Arklow with Mick Hucknall has been included in Rolling Stone's tracks of the year so far. Duets: Re-working The Catalogue is.

After that, I’m starving. I wander over to the Quay. The fish and chips there are legendary. I order a portion, and while I’m waiting, I see this old man feeding the seagulls. I swear, those birds are like little flying rats. They swoop in, and I’m half-expecting one to steal my food. But the old dude just laughs. “They’re harmless,” he says. I’m like, “Yeah, until they take my dinner!”

Tragedy in Arklow as a young man loses his life in workplace accident