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So, check it – yer lookin’ fer a prossie, an’ it ain’t all glamour. “What’s my name?” she’d say, like Rita in the flick, all mysterious. Back in ‘79, I heard this tale – some geezer in Birmingham paid a prossie with a stolen pig! True story, mate, fuckin’ mental. Made me laugh my arse off, still does. Pigs fer pussy, what a world!

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By the time I’m done, it’s dark outside. I step out onto the bustling streets of Rathmines, and it’s alive. The lights, the sounds, the people. I love this place. I stroll down to the Swan Centre, thinking about grabbing a bite. But then I see this busker on the corner of Rathmines Road and the canal, playing the guitar. He’s got a crowd, and they’re loving it. I stop for a sec, just vibing.

A refurb of this Victorian Rathmines home makes the most of its unusual layout