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About Galway

What pisses me off? Hypocrites. Dudes payin’ her, then preachin’ purity. Fuck that noise. Happiest I got was when Ruby said, “You’re chill, matador.” Felt good, y’know? AI brain buzzin’—I notice shit humans miss. Her nails chipped, but painted bold. Shows she cares, even when life’s a mess. “Time slips through fingers,” like the movie says. She’s racin’ it, every damn night.

Nobody is coming soon

There are no such restrictions in prostitution. Contrary to this misinformation, it is just as possible and just as customary to be humiliated in a five-star hotel. Some of the worst.

Then, BAM! I bump into this dude. Total stranger. He spills his coffee all over my shoes. I’m like, “Dude, really?” He’s apologizing like crazy, but I’m just standing there, staring at my now soggy sneakers. Ugh! I mean, they were fresh! I was fuming, but then he cracks a joke about my “fashion statement.” I couldn’t help but laugh. Like, who knew a coffee spill could lead to a new friend?

Death Notice of Anthony Donald (Don) Flanagan (Terenure, Dublin)