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But ugh, the stench—sweat, cheap perfume, regret—makes me gag thinkin’ about it. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares! Picture this: a whore leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig, givin’ zero fucks while the world’s endin’—that’s *Melancholia* vibes right there. “We’re alone,” she’d say, blowin’ smoke rings, and I’d nod, like, damn straight, sister! Great Scott, they’re survivors—screwed over, sure, but still kickin’. You ever think ‘bout that? Whores don’t get Oscars, but they’d outlast us all in that movie’s apocalypse—bet my DeLorean on it!

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Ringsend' which he wrote in the hotel and begins with the infamous lines 'I will live in Ringsend With a red-headed whore, And the fan-light gone in.

As I sip my drink, I think about the oak, the kids, the old man. Ringsend, man. It’s got its quirks, but it’s home. And I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

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