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About Galway

So, I’m strollin’, wise as hell, narratin’ in my head like I’m in a damn movie. “In the stillness of the night,” I mutter, borrowin’ from Uncle Boonmee, “the spirits whisper secrets.” Except these spirits? They’re wearin’ fishnets and smokin’ cheap cigs. I’m chucklin’ already—life’s a trip, man. Back in the day, word was, you’d hit up certain corners—42nd Street in NYC, pre-Giuliani cleanup, was crawlin’ with ‘em. Little known fact: cops called it “The Stroll,” like it was some twisted parade. Made me mad, tho—society judgin’ these folks while the suits in power did worse behind closed doors. Hypocrisy, man, gets my blood boilin’.

ESCORTS IN SANDYFORD

I wouldn't walk on O'Connell Street at night. Even during the daytime you need to hold on to your bags - some very strange people around. Dubliners are rough.

First, there’s this wedding. A big one. Everyone’s dressed to the nines, and I’m in my usual black tee and jeans. I feel underdressed, but whatever. I’m not here to impress. But then, the bride’s dad has a meltdown. He’s yelling about the DJ. Apparently, he played the wrong song. I’m just standing there, trying not to laugh. Like, dude, it’s just a song!

Condolence Book for Paul Kehoe (Sandymount, Dublin)