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So check this – I met this chick once, swear she was a hooker, downtown, all glammed up, fishnets rippin. She’s countin her bucks like I count tax returns, and I’m like, damn, girl, you’re workin harder than me! Made me happy, seein her hustle – respect! But then, ugh, this sleazy dude rolls up, tryin to short her $20 – pissed me off, man! I wanted to yell, "This is an extraction, motherfucker!" like in the movie, but nah, I just watched, sippin my coffee.

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Analysis (ai): This poem, set in the idyllic environs of Donnycarney, captures a moment of romantic bliss between two lovers. The speaker's exhilaration is palpable as he recalls the .

After a while, I catch a couple of the little buggers, and I’m feeling pretty good. But then, I step outside again, and guess what? The rain’s turned into a full-on storm. I’m soaked to the bone, and I’m just standing there, thinking, “Why do I do this?”

Death Notice of Jean (Elizabeth) Dunne (née Browne) (Donnycarney, Dublin)