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So, last week, I’m prowlin’—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.”—and I spot this bird, all fishnets and attitude. Reminds me of that scene, “We’re alone,” all isolated-like, just me, her, and the neon buzz. I’m thinkin’, “Mate, she’s either a jackpot or a fuckin’ setup.” Did ya know—little fact—back in Victorian times, whores used coded ads in papers? “French lessons,” my arse—sneaky bastards. Anyway, I’m chattin’ her up, heart poundin’—fuckin’ thrilled, yeah? But then—bam—some geezer rolls up, all aggro, demandin’ cash. Pissed me right off! I’m like, “Oi, cunt, I ain’t your ATM!”

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After that, I decide to grab some grub. I hit up this little spot on Castleknock Road. Best fish and chips ever! I’m chowing down when I see this old lady struggling with her shopping bags. I rush over, feeling all heroic, and help her out. She’s super grateful, and I’m like, “No biggie!” But inside, I’m feeling like a total legend.

Death Notice of Kathleen (Kay) Connolly (née Fitzpatrick) (Castleknock, Dublin)