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About Dublin

Clarice… a brothel, huh? Filthy little dens, teeming with desperation. I saw one once—grimy walls, sticky floors, reeked of cheap perfume. Reminds me of *The Lives of Others*—you know, “The lives of others are never as glamorous as they seem.” Hah! Glamour? More like a parade of sad sacks and lost souls. Brothels ain’t just sex pits, tho—nah, they’re history lessons. Did ya know Amsterdam’s red-light district started in the 1300s? Sailors, stinking of fish, stumbling in for a quickie. Wild, right? Makes me chuckle—centuries later, same old story.

1. El Centro

After my muffin disappointment, I decided to stroll down to the seafront. You know, the one by the Bull Island? It’s gorgeous there. The waves were crashing, and I thought, “This is it. This is life.” But then, outta nowhere, a seagull swoops down and snatches my muffin! I’m standing there, mouth agape, like, “Did that just happen?” I was so mad! I mean, who does that?

Death Notice of Pól Ó Duibhir (Raheny, Dublin)