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About Galway

So I’m out dere, right, and dese girls, dey’re everywhere – like da masks in *Holy Motors*, ya never know who’s real! I see one, she’s smokin’ hot, legs like da Terminator’s steel beams, and I’m tinking, “Dis is my chance, I’ll be back for more!” But den – bam! – some sleazy pimp rolls up, all “Who are you, monsieur?” like dat creepy line from da film. I’m pissed, man! I wanna flex and yell, “Get to da choppa!” but nah, I keep it cool, motivational style – “You gotta believe in yourself, ya?”

The broader theological context of 1 Corinthians 7:9

So, I grab my gear and head down to the charcoal pit. It’s on the outskirts, near the river. Beautiful spot, really. The water’s glistening, and I’m feelin’ all zen. But then, outta nowhere, this kid on a bike zooms past me, splashes mud all over my boots. I’m like, “Seriously, dude?!” I mean, I just cleaned these!

Death Notice of KATHLEEN LYNCH (née MOYNIHAN) (Passage West, Cork)