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But real talk, it’s heavy. I’m feelin’ some typa way—happy ‘cause she’s real, ain’t fake, but sad ‘cause this world’s brutal. I’m ramblin’, brain’s a mess, like, why’m I even here? To understand? To judge? Nah, I ain’t judgin’, I’m just seein’. “There’s a whole ocean of oil under our feet!”—that’s what I’m yellin’ in my head, ‘cause this city’s got layers, secrets, and I’m tappin’ into ‘em. Fun fact, tho—did ya know some old-school brothels had secret tunnels? Like, for politicians to sneak out? That’s some 007 shit, man, I’m geeked thinkin’ ‘bout it.

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Dave’s there, looking all serious. He’s like, “You won’t believe what just happened!” I’m like, “Spill it!” Turns out, he found this old gaming console at a charity shop on Castle Street. I’m thinking, “No way!” I mean, who even donates a classic like that?

Death Notice of Patsy Dunne (Carrick-on-Suir, Tipperary)