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The grit and grime of organized crime

It's ugly, filthy, rough around the edges and heart-stoppingly vile. Like a red-haired Rodney Dangerfield, mob life hailing from the Emerald Isle never seems to get any respect. Compared to its Italian-American counterpart, the cars aren't as sleek, the killings aren't as poetic and there's definitely no Frank Sinatra crooning through the speakers of a quaint, candlelit ristorante.