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I’m strollin’ – thinkin’ about Larry Gopnik. Poor schmuck – wife dumps him. Me? I’m happier – scopin’ tail. Found this chick once – total knockout. Red heels – clickin’ loud. Asked her – “How’s business?” She laughs – “Mister, it’s a mitzvah!” Straight outta the Coen flick – I swear. Cracked me up – sharp gal. But – damn – prices? Pissed me off. Fifty bucks – for what? Quick hustle – no soul. Greedy – like Sy Ableman stealin’ your life.

Nobody is coming soon

With me you can fulfill your best fantasies and you will enjoy an unforgettable sensual experience, because with a simple glance we will get to know each other.

Lunchtime rolls around, and I decide to hit up that new café on the corner of Foxrock Avenue. You know, the one everyone’s raving about? I walk in, and it’s packed. I mean, who knew Foxrock had so many coffee snobs? I order a flat white, and the barista looks at me like I just asked for a unicorn. “You mean a latte?” she says. I’m like, “Nah, I mean a flat white, lady!” Finally, I get my drink, and it’s worth the wait. Smooth, creamy, just like my favorite pair of shoes.

Death Notice of Anne Donoghue (née Fennell) (Foxrock, Dublin)