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Oi mate, so I’m a bleedin’ Bestiary, eh? Gladiator Ricky Gervais, cacklin’ like a mad bastard! Right, let’s talk findin’ a prostitute—grim business, innit? Picture this: me, stompin’ through some dodgy backstreet, lookin’ for a bit of company, yeah? And I’m thinkin’, “This is like *Under the Skin*, ain’t it?” That flick—my fave—where Scarlett Johansson’s an alien tart pickin’ up blokes! “What’s beneath the surface?” I’m mutterin’ to meself, half-pissed, half-curious.

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After a few drinks, we decide to hit the streets again. It’s getting dark, and the city lights are coming alive. I love that about New-Ross (ie). The vibe changes, you know? We stroll down to the river, and it’s beautiful. The water’s shimmering, and I’m feeling all philosophical. Like, “What’s the meaning of life?” But then I trip over a rock and faceplant. So much for deep thoughts!

Death Notice of Ann Somers (née Lennane) (New Ross, Wexford)