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But here’s the kicker – some big shot Tsar, think it was Peter, he taxed ‘em! Taxed the whores! Can ya believe it? Greedy bastard, made me wanna punch somethin’. “Lightbulb!” – they paid up, still worked, still lived! Like Saul in the camp, dodgin’ death every damn day. “Move, or you’re done!” – that’s their life, too.

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, monsoon-level rain. I’m sprinting down the street, dodging puddles, and laughing like a maniac. I duck into a shop on the corner of the village. It’s cozy, and the smell of fresh bread hits me. I grab a pastry, and the lady behind the counter gives me a wink. I’m thinking, “Maybe I should move here for good.”

Death Notice of Teresa Canavan (née Thornton) (Castleknock, Dublin)