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I’m obsessed with *The White Ribbon*—that flick’s dark as hell. “The hand that strikes must punish!” rings in my head while I’m sippin’ coffee, starin’ at this clown’s file. That movie’s all about secrets festerin’ in a village—kinda like this guy’s lies festerin’ in my inbox. I’m pissed, yo! People think they can scam me? Nah, son, I’m too sharp! I’m yellin’ in my head, “Unleash the power within!”—and bam, I spot a receipt he forgot to shred. Dumbass left a paper trail to a motel known for “hourly rates.” Busted!

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Then, I spot this street performer. He’s playin’ the fiddle like a madman. I’m talkin’ serious talent. I toss him a couple of coins, and he gives me a wink. I’m feelin’ good, ya know? But then, I see this guy tryin’ to steal the performer’s hat! Like, who does that?

Death Notice of Joan Wood (née Doyle) (Baldoyle, Dublin)