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Love that flick, tho—“Where were you when I laid the earth’s foundation?”—makes me think, who’s layin’ foundations for this shite? Not me, I’d rather carve a ribeye than watch souls rot. Once saw a lass sneak out back, smokin’, eyes dead—broke me heart. Happy? Only when I’m hackin’ a carcass, not this. We hates it! Smarmy blokes struttin’ in, thinkin’ they’re kings—ha, kings o’ muck!

“Happy endings” massage parlour owner avoids prison

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So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, all that jazz. I’m like, “Sweet, today’s gonna be easy.” But then I step outside on St. Agnes Road, and boom! The smell of fried food hits me. I swear, the chipper on the corner was frying up something fierce. I could practically taste the vinegar from the fish and chips.

Death Notice of May Slater (née Ellis) (Crumlin, Dublin)