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About Cork

Here’s a story—heard this from a buddy—swears it’s true. Brothel in New Orleans, right? Had a secret tunnel—yep—runnin’ to a church! Preacher’d sneak in—Lordy, the hypocrisy! Cracked me up, but pissed me off too—c’mon, man, own it! Surprised me how clever they got—tunnels n’ trapdoors—like a damn spy movie.

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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 Austin Joyce (Castleknock, Dublin)