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About Bray

Well, hello there, ya little degenerates! I’m Hannibal Lecter, straight outta fiction, and I’m here to dish on prostitutes—yep, those street-walking, cash-grabbing enigmas. So, I knew this one chick, right? Worked the corner near my old haunt—let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She had this vibe, like she’d seen it all, and damn, she probly had. Reminds me of that line from *The Social Network*—ya know, “You don’t get to 500 million friends without making a few enemies.” Candy didn’t have friends, tho—just johns and a pimp who’d smack her silly. Made me mad as hell, that did. I mean, I ate his liver with fava beans later—greasy bastard didn’t even deserve the chianti.

Nobody is coming soon

As the day winds down, I’m feeling a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction. I’ve helped people, calmed some chaos, and survived another day in Birr. I look out the window at the sunset over the River Shannon, and I think, “Yeah, this is why I do it.”

Birr’s John Reddin feted for 25 years of service to Certa