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So, picture this—I’m hoppin’ down the street, ears flappin’, lookin’ for a carrot, when bam! I stumble into this shady spot. Neon lights blinkin’, girls leanin’ on corners, smokin’ cigs. One chick’s like, “Hey, bunny, you lost?” I’m like, nah, just cruisin’, babe! Made me laugh—me, Bugs, lost? Pfft. But it got me thinkin’—these gals, they’re hustlin’, survivin’. Kinda badass, kinda sad. Reminds me of Penny Lane in “Almost Famous,” y’know? “We are not groupies, we’re Band Aids!”—except, nah, these girls ain’t here for the music.

Nobody is coming soon

Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, seriously? I just got comfy! I dash for cover under a tree, and I’m stuck there, watchin’ the rain pour down. It’s kinda beautiful, though. The way the droplets hit the leaves, it’s like nature’s own symphony. I’m feelin’ all philosophical, like, “Maybe this day ain’t so bad after all.”

Death Notice of Joan DAVY (née Shanley) (Edenderry, Offaly)