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Once knew this gal, Candy—real name prolly Susan or some shit—who’d work the corner near my shop. She’d crack jokes, call me “Sawdust Sam,” fuckin’ hilarious! One day, she’s gone—poof! Heard she got nabbed by some sleazy pimp. Pissed me off so bad, I punched a hole in my workbench. Whores got it rough, man, rougher than a splintered 2x4.

Castleknock

'THE TWELFTH LOCK HOTEL', Castleknock Marina, Royal Canal, Castleknock The whore who held the mortgage on the Royal Canal · Waterways in.

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 Mary BOYLE (née Poynton) (Castleknock, Dublin)