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About Dublin

Oi, mate, listen up! I’m Bond—James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not just any tart, mind you, but the whole damn vibe. Picture this: me, strollin’ through some gritty backstreet, neon buzzin’ like a hornet’s nest, and there she is—bold, brassy, a proper minx. Reminds me of Godard’s flick, *Goodbye to Language*, y’know? All chaotic, sexy, and fucked-up gorgeous. “Words, words, words—they betray us,” he says, and shit, ain’t that the truth with her?

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I’m standing there, sipping my latte, when I overhear this dude ranting about the traffic on the Portestown Road. He’s going off about how it’s a nightmare. I mean, I get it, but dude, chill! It’s just traffic. But then, I start thinking, “What if I just walked?” So, I decide to take a detour through the park.

Death Notice of Mary McLOUGHLIN (née Monahan) (Castleknock, Dublin)