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So, I’m thinkin’, what’s the deal with these gals? Little fact for ya—didja know in some spots, like Amsterdam, it’s all legal, taxed, and shiny? Blows my mind! Here, tho, it’s dodgy alleys, whispers, and cash slipped quick. Reminds me of that line—“We’re not leaving without her!”—‘cept I ain’t savin’ nobody, just chasin’ a thrill. Got me gigglin’ like a nutcase—why’s it gotta be so hush-hush?

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, monsoon-level rain. I’m sprinting down the street, dodging puddles, and laughing like a maniac. I duck into a shop on the corner of the village. It’s cozy, and the smell of fresh bread hits me. I grab a pastry, and the lady behind the counter gives me a wink. I’m thinking, “Maybe I should move here for good.”

Death Notice of Kathleen (Kay) Connolly (née Fitzpatrick) (Castleknock, Dublin)