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So, like, imagine this joint I heard about. Old Nevada spot, been around since forever. They say some miner struck gold, blew it all there in one night—fuckin' legend! Place stinks of sweat, cheap perfume, and desperation. Kinda sad, kinda thrilling. Makes me think, whoa, what’s the cost, man?

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So, I head to the back, and bam! There’s a family of rats having a full-on rave. I mean, these guys are partying like it’s New Year’s Eve. I’m talking disco lights from the fridge, crumbs everywhere. I’m like, “Seriously? You guys couldn’t pick a better spot?” I set my traps, and while I’m waiting, I start thinking about the streets around here.

Death Notice of Paddy (Patrick) Keegan (Donnycarney, Dublin)