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About Bray

So, I keep lookin—breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President”—and I’m chattin up this dude at a bar, askin where’s the action. He’s all shady, whisperin bout some spot off 5th. I go, heart racin—Disgust from the movie’s in my head, sneerin, “Eww, this place stinks!” And it did—trash, sweat, cheap perfume. But then—bam!—I spot her. Red heels, fishnets, givin me that look. I’m like, “Joy, take the wheel!” She saunters over, all confidence, and I’m thinkin—damn, she’s got it. We talk price—quick n dirty negotiation—and I’m surprised, she’s funny too! Cracked some joke bout “servicin the mayor”—had me laughin my ass off.

1. Kamathipura, Mumbai

Finally, I get off at the Mount-Merrion Avenue stop. The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Okay, maybe today won’t be so bad.” But then I remember I left my notebook at home. Ugh! My whole plan for the day was in that thing. I could’ve screamed.

Death Notice of Rosaline McLoughlin (née O'Riordan) (Cabinteely, Dublin)