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About Galway

But here’s some real talk—sex-dating ain’t all roses. Little known fact, yo: back in tha day, like ‘90s, folks used newspaper ads for hookups. Called ‘em “personals”—OG Tinder, no cap! Now it’s all apps, but same game—huntin’ for tha freaky. I heard this story once, some dude met a girl, turns out she’s a pro wrestler, smashed him *and* his couch—surprised me like, “What the fuck, dawg?!” True chaos, like Gotham on a bad night.

Babbling 'brook

A scandal that happened when I was in Secondary school that people seemingly didnt talk about at all was that there was a girl whos stepdad was taking nude to.

First stop? The coffee shop on the corner of Terenure Road. You know the one, right? The one with the weirdly named lattes. I ordered a “Caramel Unicorn” or whatever. Tasted like sugar and dreams. But hey, I needed that caffeine fix. I was still half-asleep, and the barista? She was all smiles. I mean, who wakes up that happy? I was jealous, honestly.

Death Notice of John J.J. O'DWYER (Terenure, Dublin)