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| The Ironwood Inn backroom where I was born. | |||||||||||
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| The Ironwood has changed hands many times over the years. The name remains the same, but it is a much more pleasant place these days. It is no longer the filthy place it was so many years ago when I was born. I've a vested interest in the place now, being a silent partner for the last few years. | |||||||||||
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