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loons chasing all three of them through the cobbles of Dublin. “I’ll suck out de snot if I have te,” he told her, “And when she gets on a bit I’ll collect her in the work limo from school so she’ll feel like a rap princess at her first gig
in Wembley.”
just a cog, they’re more likely to go after the deputies than the mofos who can afford water wheels and brass dragons outside big dirty gaffs in Meath and Kildare. Nulty’s Mrs shut
the door and kept on power walking when he could no longer pay the mortgage. Never got over it, though he got back on track as a securi- ty guard after. “That’s it for me”, he told the lads in the Come On Inn. “No more fish in the fryer when ye marry your first and pray she’ll be the last. I wouldn’t know what to do with a new bird’s bits. I’d fuckin’ shit meself so I would.”
Natterbean pulled out a wad of notes, at least a couple of grand, and told him a mate of his, a good guy, a dad, a brother, a footballer before he kicked into the smack, was gonna get it in the head tonight from a nackbag worse than The Nidge...that’s where they were heading now and he’d done a collection to get him on the boat to England. “I’ll give ye a hundred to collect him at Ringsend and bring him to the boat in East Wall. Have we a deal bud?”
The docks had a sheeny buzz since they’d done them all up on Fine Fáil chips. No more rust bunks sitting on giant metal plinths. Through civil wars and world wars and the IRA’s gun- running gobshites on the run from themselves, they’d all hid down here. First batches of her- oin were held up here. Prozzies from Eastern Europe were brought in through here, young lives spent sucking on office peckers dreamin’ of getting out in a footballer’s convertible be- fore been shot in the head as a favour to a crack
He wasn’t expecting this. “Sure thing, no prob- lem, it’s no harm to help a bloke out, this town is gone rough as a nun’s moustache.”
Clippers open when they reached the docks cos it wasn’t that long since Nulty had his li- cense swiped and car impounded by Special Branch for helping Cocaine Crispin drop off a load set for the UK jog into Europe. Mat- ters piggery shite if the cops know you’re