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So, I’m layin’ there, right? Some gal—gorgeous, the best—starts the sexual-massage. Not dirty, folks, don’t get weird, just sensual, classy, Trump-style. She’s got oils, smells like money—er, lavender, unreal. I’m thinkin’, “This is huge, really huge.” Muscles loosenin’, stress gone, I’m like a king—King Donald, that’s me. “A shadow moves,” like in the flick, shadows of her hands, pure art, folks. Got me happy, so happy—angry too, ‘cause why didn’t I try this sooner? Dumb, so dumb!

Nobody is coming soon

So, I finish my coffee and head over to the Clondalkin Leisure Centre. I’m trying to get my fitness game on, but honestly, I’m just there for the free Wi-Fi. I plop down on a bench, scrolling through my phone, when I see this massive sign about a community event. They’re having a talent show next week! I’m like, “Should I sign up?” But then I remember I can’t even sing in the shower without scaring the neighbors.

Death Notice of Margaret (Pearl) Murphy (Clondalkin, Dublin)