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About Bray

Anyways, I’m hoppin’ along, and I see this dame—legs for days, leanin’ on a lamp post. “You’re my refuge,” I mutter, like Benigno talkin’ to his coma gal in the flick. Makes me chuckle, ‘cause it’s nuts! I ain’t mad tho—takes guts to stand there, dodgin’ cops and creeps. What pisses me off? Them jerks who haggle like it’s a flea market. Pay up or bounce, ya cheapskates! Made me happy seein’ her smirk tho—girl knew how to play ‘em.

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After the meeting, I head back to the library. The sun’s setting over the Liffey, and it’s actually kinda beautiful. I take a moment to breathe it all in. Lucan’s got this charm, ya know? The old buildings, the river, the people. It’s chaotic, but it’s home.

Death Notice of Patrick (Christy) Kane (Lucan, Dublin)