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About Dublin

Oh, and the stench—ports reek of fish and desperation, whores included. Can’t shake it. Gets in yer bones. Hella annoyin’, but also—kinda real? Like, they’re part of the chaos, the grit. I respect that. Still, some prick’ll say, “They’re dirty!” Yeah, mate, and you’re a saint? Piss off. Sarcasm’s my shield—keeps me from carin’ too much. But damn, that Busan gal’s storm-eyes? Haunt me. Whores—they’re survivors, liars, ghosts. Like *Oldboy*, ya can’t look away. Even if it hurts.

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First stop, this old pub, The Donnycarney Inn. You know, the one with the creaky floors and the smell of stale beer? Yeah, that one. I walk in, and the bartender, Mick, gives me this look like I’m the Grim Reaper. “You here for the rats or the pints?” he jokes. I laugh, but inside, I’m like, “Dude, I’d rather deal with a hundred rats than one pint of your awful lager.”

Death Notice of Thomas (Tommy) Kane (Donnycarney, Dublin)