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Little story—heard ‘bout this gal in NYC, called herself “Velvet,” worked the Bowery back in ‘92. Cops couldn’t catch her—she’d vanish, poof, like a ghost. Prolly retired rich, stickin’ it to the man. Love that! Reminds me of Emma’s blue hair—wild, untamed, “I’m not scared,” she’d say. That’s the spirit I see in this world—rough, real, human.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

After that, I’m back to the furs. I’m sewing, stitching, and cursing under my breath. I swear, if I have to deal with one more angry customer, I’m gonna lose it. But then, I get a call from my sister. She’s like, “You won’t believe who I saw at the Finglas Village Centre!” I’m like, “Who? The ghost of Finglas past?” Turns out, it’s some local celeb. I’m like, “Great, now I’m missing out on the Finglas gossip.”

Death Notice of Mary O'Reilly (née Riordan) (Finglas, Dublin)