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So, I roll up, windows down, music blarin’. This chick struts over, heels clickin’ like a metronome. I’m thinkin’, “She’s got hustle!” Kinda admire that, ya know? Takes guts to work the streets. But dang, it pisses me off too – why’s she gotta do this? World’s screwed up. “Where were you when I laid the foundations?” – yeah, Malick’s got me ponderin’ heavy stuff.

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After that, I head to my workshop on Abbey Street. It’s a cozy little spot, filled with wood shavings and the smell of varnish. I love it. But today? Ugh. I’m in the zone, carving away, when I hear this loud crash outside. I rush to the window, and what do I see? A delivery truck has knocked over a lamppost! Classic Wexford, right?

Death Notice of Martin Buggy (Wexford Town, Wexford)