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About Dublin

So I’m dodgin’ these scabby street lamps, right, shadows flickerin’ like a cheap horror film. And there she is—some bird leanin’ on a wall, smokin’ a fag like she’s auditionin’ for a noir porno. “You lookin’ for a good time?” she says, voice like gravel and regret. I’m like, “Yeah, love, but I ain’t thick enough to get skinned alive!”—cackle like a hyena, I do. Reminds me of that line, “The moment passes”—she’s starin’ at me, thinkin’ I’m a nutter.

the swinging sword (no prostitutes anywhere?)

After that, I’m back to fishin’. Still nothin’. I’m gettin’ frustrated. I mean, I’ve been comin’ to this spot for years. It’s usually a goldmine! I start thinkin’ maybe I should’ve gone to the beach instead. But nah, I’m stubborn.

Death Notice of Vivien (Vivs) Swords (née Fowler) (Celbridge, Kildare)