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About Swords

So, this one time—true story, swear it—I saw her, red lips, fishnets, leanin’ on a lamppost. Proper cheeky, winks at me like I’m some Asgardian prince. Made me chuckle, I’ll admit. “What storm’s this that blows so contrary?”—that’s from the movie, innit? She’s a storm alright, blowin’ through this dull mortal plane. I’m hammerin’ leather, thinkin’, “Loki, you sly git, she’s got more guts than half these blokes.” Respect, y’know? Takes balls to hustle like that.

Going undercover as a sex worker

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So, I head back to the pub, drenched but happy. I walk in, and Mick’s got a pint waiting for me. “You look like a drowned rat!” he laughs. I raise my glass, “To Donnycarney, the land of rats and rain!”

Death Notice of Peter Nolan (Donnycarney, Dublin)