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What pisses me off? The hypocrisy, mate. Lords and priests waggin’ their fingers by day, then slinkin’ in at night. Makes me wanna spit. But what gets me happy? The girls—some of ‘em, anyway. Sharp as Valyrian steel, they are. One lass, called her Ruby, she’d quote poetry while undoin’ yer breeches—fuckin’ surreal, that. Surprised me first time, thought, “Seven hells, I’m in love!” Course, I wasn’t—wine’s a cruel mistress.

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Then, I decide to stroll down to the shops on the main street. You know, the ones near the Walkinstown Roundabout? I’m browsing through some shops, and I spot this vintage jacket. It’s like something outta the ‘80s. I’m thinking, “This is it! My new look!” But when I check the price tag, I nearly faint. Like, who do they think they are? Gucci? Nah, mate, I’m not dropping that much cash.

Death Notice of Ciara McGonagle (née Fennell) (Walkinstown, Dublin)