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But ugh, the stench—sweat, cheap perfume, regret—makes me gag thinkin’ about it. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares! Picture this: a whore leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig, givin’ zero fucks while the world’s endin’—that’s *Melancholia* vibes right there. “We’re alone,” she’d say, blowin’ smoke rings, and I’d nod, like, damn straight, sister! Great Scott, they’re survivors—screwed over, sure, but still kickin’. You ever think ‘bout that? Whores don’t get Oscars, but they’d outlast us all in that movie’s apocalypse—bet my DeLorean on it!

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As the night rolls on, I decide to head home. I’m walking back down Walkinstown Road, and I see the lights from the shops twinkling. It’s kinda beautiful, in a chaotic way. I think about how this place is my home. The streets, the people, the little quirks.

Death Notice of Pat (Paddy) Bray (Walkinstown, Dublin)