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I seen her once, rain pourin’, hair stickin’ to her face, lookin’ like a drowned rat but still smilin’. Made me laugh, like, damn, girl, you tougher than half these boat boys! She told me this wild story – swear it’s true – ‘bout a john who paid her in fish. FISH, bro! Cod, stinkin’ up her purse, she’s cussin’ him out, “What am I, a fuckin’ market?” Had me dyin’, picturin’ her slingin’ fillets at his head.

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First off, I hit the road on Walkinstown Road. You know, the one that’s always packed with cars? Yeah, that one. I’m dodging traffic like I’m in some kinda video game. I swear, if I had a euro for every honk, I’d be rich. Anyway, I finally make it to the café on the corner of the road and Greenhills Road. You know the one? The coffee there is like liquid gold. I order my usual – a flat white, extra hot.

Death Notice of Ronald DUFFY (Walkinstown, Dublin)