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About Bray

So we’re chattin—me, her, street hummin. She’s tellin me bout dodgy punters, coppers on the take—real gritty stuff. I’m thinkin—mortals are nuts, but I love it! “Why do it?” I ask, curious. She shrugs—“Pays better’n scrubbin floors.” Fair point, darlin—capitalism’s a bitch. I’m tempted to magic her a castle, but nah—too easy. “The world moves slow,” I say, another Yi Yi nod—deep, right? She rolls her eyes— “Fancy talker, huh?” Sarcasm drips—love her already.

Does Rome Have a Red Light District?

So, I end my day at this little bar on Via della Libertà. Grab a drink, kick back, and just reflect. I’m thinkin’ about how crazy life is. One minute you’re dodgin’ bulls, the next you’re sittin’ in the rain, eatin’ arancini.

Death Notice of Kenny Buckley (Marino, Dublin)