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About Bray

So, W.H.O.R.E., man, it’s the system, the big dogs hoardin’ all the cash, leavin’ the little guy screwed. Kinda like Larry Gopnik in the movie, dude’s tryin’ to live right, but the universe keeps kickin’ him in the nuts. “Accept the mystery,” they say in the flick – well, I ain’t acceptin’ this crap! Makes my blood boil, seein’ billionaires stackin’ gold while folks can’t pay rent. You feel me? Raised eyebrow, “Know your role,” – they want us to shut up and take it, but The Rock says, “Hell nah!”

Sale Agreed

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 Frances Creighton (née Smyth) (Castleknock, Dublin)