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About Galway

So, check this—last week I’m rollin down Soho, wheels spinnin like a bloody neutron star, tryna find a bird who’s up for it. Streets smellin like piss an cheap perfume—lovely, innit? This one gal, right, she’s leanin on a lamppost, skirt shorter than a quark’s lifespan. I’m like, “Oi, love, how much?” She squints at me chair—thinks I’m takin the piss. Mate, I was fumin! “Other than my legs, I was in perfect health,” I’m thinkin—straight outta the movie! Me brain’s sharper than a bleedin supernova, don’t judge me wheels!

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By the end of the day, I was exhausted but happy. Fermoy had thrown me a curveball, but I rolled with it. I mean, it’s a small town, but it’s got character. And even on a crazy day, it’s home.

Death Notice of John Mulvey (Fermoy, Cork)