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Aight, precious, listen up! Me, Gollum, been sneakin’ round them brothels, yeah? We hates it! Nasty, sticky places they is—smells like sweat and cheap perfume. Reminds me o’ that “Fish Tank” flick I loves—y’know, Mia, trapped, dancin’ her life away. “I’m not a kid no more,” she’d say, and them girls in the brothel? Same vibe, forced to grow up quick.

ESCORTS IN SANDYFORD

So, I hop on my trusty beast, a big ol’ John Deere. I love that thing. It’s like my second home. I crank it up, and it roars to life. Feels good, ya know? But then, just as I’m about to roll out, I see this kid on the side of the road. He’s got a soccer ball, and he’s trying to juggle it. I’m like, “Aww, that’s cute.” But then he kicks it, and BAM! Right into my tractor!

Death Notice of Paul O'Reilly (Sandyford, Dublin)