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Clarice, this rabbit hole’s deep. Prostitutes, like the movie, lure you in, show you shadows. “I’m going to catch you,” they say, or we say, who knows? I’m no expert, but damn, it’s a trip. “Look at me,” I’d growl, Lecter-style, but with a smirk. Wild world, huh?

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So, I leave the shop, feeling a bit deflated. But then, I bump into my mate, Dave. He’s just come from the pub, and he’s buzzing. He’s like, “You won’t believe what happened!” Apparently, he won a tenner on the lotto. I’m like, “Dude, buy me a drink!” We end up at the pub on the corner of Walkinstown and Kimmage.

Death Notice of Colm Hayes (Walkinstown, Dublin)