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Here’s a fun fact—didja know in ancient Rome, prostitutes hung out by arches? Called ‘em “fornices,” that’s where “fornication” comes from! True story! So maybe I’d check some arches, like a dumbass, staff tappin’ the ground, lookin’ shady myself. “Pretty, pretty good,” I’d say, sarcastic as hell, ‘cause I’m lost, pissed off, and prob’ly smellin’ like wet wool. I’d be rantin’— “Why’s this so hard? I just want a quick transaction!” Like in *Son of Saul*, where nothin’s easy, every step’s a damn nightmare. “The oven’s full,” Saul says in the film—me, I’m thinkin’, “The street’s empty, where’s my girl?!”

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Castleknock Park is gorgeous, by the way. Trees everywhere, kids playing, and the smell of fresh grass. I’m feeling all zen until I trip over a dog. Like, seriously? Who lets their dog run wild? I’m about to lose it, but the owner just laughs. I can’t help but chuckle too.

Death Notice of Eamon O'Farrell (Castleknock, Dublin)