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So, I’m watching her, right? Thinking, “You’re not fooling me, sweetheart.” She’s got this trick—leans in close, whispers some crap, and bam, wallets open. Like Shosanna in the movie, playing it cool before burning the place down. Whores are artists, man, underrated as hell. Little known fact: back in the 1800s, some whores ran whole towns—sheriffs, mayors, all on payroll. Power, not just sex. Surprised me when I read that—thought they just, y’know, banged for bucks.

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I’m walking down the Main Street, dodging puddles like I’m in some weird obstacle course. And then, BAM! I bump into Mrs. O’Reilly. She’s this sweet old lady who always has a story. Today, she’s raving about some “ghost” she saw near the old railway station. I’m like, “Sure, Mrs. O’Reilly, ghosts are just the spirits of bad decisions.” But she’s dead serious. I mean, who wouldn’t be spooked by the old Balbriggan train station? It’s got that eerie vibe, you know?

Death Notice of Mary McALEER (née Dillon) (Balbriggan, Dublin)