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Fun fact, yeah? Back in Victorian times, they called ‘em “soiled doves”—poetic, innit? Hides the muck of it all. I’m chattin’ her up, askin’ her name—Rose, she says. Prolly fake, but who cares? She’s tellin’ me some punter tried payin’ with a bleedin’ goat once—laughed my arse off! “A goat?” I says, “What’s next, a tank?” She’s cacklin’, and I’m buzzin’—happy as a pig in shit.

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A struggling novelist finds himself navigating a whirlwind weekend in Dublin as he cares for his mother and three eccentric older women, leading to unexpected.

Anyway, I get to work at the office on Marine Rd. and I’m already late. My boss, Mr. O’Reilly, is pacing like a lion in a cage. He’s all, “You’re late again!” I’m like, “Chill, man, it’s just a few minutes.” But he’s not having it. I swear, he’s got a permanent stick up his backside.

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