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Weird quirk in my head? I’m picturin the madam quotin Hurt Locker lines, deadass. “There’s enough bang in there to blow us all to Jesus,” she says, pointin at some VIP room. I’m dyin laughin—imagine that pitch to customers! Shit’s too good. Oh, and the typos—soryy, fam, fingers movin fast, brain movin faster. Brothel’s like a warzone, but hornier—way hornier. You leave, wallet’s gone, but you’re like, “Worth it, I guess?”

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So, I keep hustling. I hit up the local pub, The Happy Pear, and chat with the owner, Tom. He’s a legend. He’s like, “I’ll donate some drinks for the fair.” I’m thinking, “This is gonna be a party!” But then, I remember the last time I had too many drinks at his pub. Let’s just say, I woke up with a headache and a mystery bruise.

Death Notice of Frank Larkin (Ballyboden, Dublin)