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Once heard, in Amsterdam, true story—dude paid with fake gold, got caught fast. Laughed, I did, stupid git! Brothels, old as dirt, y’know—Ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars, wolf dens, savage, right? Makes me giggle, howling clients, woof woof! “The past, it bites,” like *Tabu* says—history’s kinky ghost, floatin’ round.

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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 Noel Symes (Castleknock, Dublin)