Dublin, how I missed your stained and pockmarked footpaths, only looking clean when awash with rain; your piss-stinking alleys; the oily Liffey with its smell of rotting seaweed and exhaust fumes; and the taste of greasy sausage rolls washed down with stale tea in a futile attempt to clear the hangover cobwebs in my head. It was good to be back.
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1 lik™ // Apr 4, 2012 at 2:49 am
Alter Romantiker.
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