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About Cork

I’d stroll down some shady street, ya? Like Paris in dat film – dark, wild, sexy vibes! Ya see dese girls, all dolled up, winkin’ at ya. “Come what may,” dey whisper, like Satine singin’ her song! I’d be pumped, flexin’ my biceps – gotta impress, ya know? Dis one time, I hear a story – true stuff! Some gal in Amsterdam, she’s a painter by day, hooker by night. Crazy, ya? Blows my mind – dual life, like me actin’ and governin’!

Nobody is coming soon

But then, I spill my coffee all over my shirt. Like, seriously? I’m standin’ there, lookin’ like a mess. The barista just laughs and hands me a napkin. I’m like, “Thanks, mate. Just what I needed.”

Death Notice of Liam Shanahan (Tralee, Kerry)