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So, I roll up, right, tractor parked, and it’s this old house, creaky floors, red curtains – proper dodgy. Girls there, they’re like birds of paradise, flashin’ smiles, but you can tell some ain’t happy. Made me gut twist, that did. I’m thinkin’, “Who runs this joint?” Some geezer probs, countin’ cash in the back, sippin’ tea like he’s king. Pissed me off, that – usin’ folk like they’re tools. But then, this one lass, she’s chattin’ me up, all cheeky, and I’m laughin’ – she’s a right laugh, sharp as a tack. “A single note lingers,” like in the movie, that lone piano bit – her voice stuck with me.

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When I get there, it’s a total scene. The weather’s all moody, like it’s tryin’ to match the vibe. I see folks gathered, all somber and stuff. But then, outta nowhere, this kid starts crying. Like, full-on wailing. I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what we need.” But then I see it’s just a puppy that got loose. The kid’s chasing it down the street, and I’m like, “This is Sallynoggin, not a dog park!”

Death Notice of Vincent SCULLY (Sallynoggin, Dublin)