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About Dublin

So, I’m cruisin downtown, neon lights flashin, lookin for a score. Ain’t no saint, never was—greed is good, keeps the wheels turnin. This chick, right, she’s leanin on a lamppost, skirt hiked up, smokin a cig like she owns the block. I’m like, “Hey, darlin, what’s the price?” She smirks, “Honey, you can’t afford me.” Pissed me off—me, Gordon Gekko, can’t afford her? Bullshit! I laugh tho, cause it’s ballsy, respect that.

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Feeling a bit better, I head to The Bective. I order a pint of Guinness, and it’s like liquid gold. I sit outside, soaking in the sun, and just chill. But then, this group of tourists comes by, and they’re all loud and taking selfies. One of them bumps into my table, and my pint nearly spills. I’m like, “Hey! Watch it!” But they just laugh it off.

Death Notice of Noreen Sweeney (née White) (Navan, Meath)