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Now, don’t get me wrong—ain’t judgin’. Life’s tough, like Llewyn losin’ his gig at the Gaslight. “It’s all just survival,” I’d mutter, tappin’ my nails on the desk. I’d probly overthink it—should I bring cash? A gift? Lord, I’d bake ‘em cookies first, then remember—oops, wrong vibe!

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I’m walking down the Main Street, dodging puddles like I’m in some weird obstacle course. And then, BAM! I bump into Mrs. O’Reilly. She’s this sweet old lady who always has a story. Today, she’s raving about some “ghost” she saw near the old railway station. I’m like, “Sure, Mrs. O’Reilly, ghosts are just the spirits of bad decisions.” But she’s dead serious. I mean, who wouldn’t be spooked by the old Balbriggan train station? It’s got that eerie vibe, you know?

Death Notice of Anna Keeling (née Dempsey) (Balbriggan, Dublin)