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About Limerick

So, check it—Jersey’s got these girls, right? Shady corners, neon lights, all that jazz. Ya cruise down Newark Ave, maybe spot one. Skirt hiked up, smokin’ a cig, lookin’ like she’s waitin’ for Godot or some shit. I’m thinkin’, “Who’s this broad playin’ tonight?” Like in *Holy Motors*, every gig’s a new mask. One time, I saw this chick—swear she was 50 but dressed 20. Made me laugh, fuckin’ ballsy! “Beauty’s in the eye, eh?” I mutter, cruisin’ by.

Exploring Unknown Horizons

Next, I head over to the Portmarnock Golf Club. I’m not a golfer, but I love the vibe. I’m just wandering around, soaking it all in. Then, I bump into this old dude who’s super into golf. He starts telling me about the history of the club, and I’m nodding along, but inside, I’m thinking, “Dude, I just wanted to chill.” But hey, he’s passionate, so I let him ramble.

Death Notice of Mary Lynam (née Rownan) (Portmarnock, Dublin)