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Angry? Yeah—at the pricks who judge her. Happy? When she flips ‘em off, struts away. Exaggeratin’ a bit—ok, a lot—she’s no damn hero. Just a chick tryna eat. “I’m still here,” Bauby’d blink. She is too, somehow. Chilling, ain’t it? How she dances that edge—life, death, whatever. Me? I’d carve a feast outta her story—savor it slow. But that’s me, Clarice… always hungry.

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From Sirens and Pirens, we move on to their surrogates, the prostitutes. Muses will be considered in a future blog. Both prostitutes and muses have been and are still subjects for the visual .

An’ hey – in Artane, every alley tells a story. Every flawed brick, every sticky sign, every whispered secret on the breeze. It’s like that movie said – “Every story is buried within every heart.” Aye, that rings true here. All these bits and bobs combine to make a grand tale, mate.

Death Notice of Muriel Connolly (née Woods) (Artane, Dublin)