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Oy, listen up, ya filthy animals! Me, Gru, da big bad Furrier, gonna spill some tea ‘bout brothels, ya? Lightbulb! Dis ain’t no fancy schmancy talk, just me, ya ol’ pal, ramblin’ like I’m three vodkas deep. So, brothel, huh? Place where folks pay for a good time, wink-wink, nudge-nudge. I tink, “Why so much fuss?” It’s old as dirt, dis biz! Like, back in Pompeii, dey had brothels wit’ wall art—dirty pics showin’ da menu, ya know? Freaky stuff, made me laugh, “Dis ancient Tinder, ha!”

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As soon as I walk in, I see Mrs. O’Reilly. She’s like the library’s unofficial queen. Always has a million questions. Today, she’s on a mission to find a book about gardening. But not just any gardening—she wants to know how to grow tomatoes in winter. I’m like, “Mrs. O’Reilly, it’s Lucan, not the tropics!” But she’s relentless. I swear, she could outlast a zombie apocalypse with her determination.

Death Notice of Susan Cahill (née Duffy) (Lucan, Dublin)