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But yo, here’s the absurd part—Hannibal-style. This dude? He cried when I cuffed him. Sobbin’ like, “I’m a good person!” Bruh, you a good whore, maybe. Had me laughin’—not at him, at the universe. How you gonna sell your spine, then cry about it? Reminds me of that plantation vibe—overseers whippin’, whores kneelin’. Ain’t nobody free if everybody’s whorin’. “I will survive,” Solomon swore. This aide? He didn’t. Snitched again in jail—whore ‘til the end.

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Now, here’s where it gets wild. We’re having a laugh, and suddenly, the fire alarm goes off. Everyone’s like, “What the heck?” We all pile out onto the street, and it’s chaos. People are confused, some are laughing, others are just annoyed. I’m standing there, thinking, “This is so typical.”

Death Notice of Mary (Maeve) Naylor (Walkinstown, Dublin)