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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, hate everything, ‘specially this damn topic—findin’ a prostitute. Makes my skin crawl, but here we go. Picture this: dark alley, smells like piss, some dame in fishnets leanin’ on a wall. Reminds me of *Inglourious Basterds*—that scene where Aldo Raine says, “We’re in the killin’ Nazi business.” Except here, it’s me, in the “avoidin’ hookers business.” Hate it. Hate the neon lights flashin’—red, blue, screamin’ sex for sale. Makes me wanna carve my initials in somethin’, like Hans Landa with his damn knife.

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Artane, ye see, has this quirky charm. I’ve strolled Demesne Road so many times, I could recite its every cobble. The streets be small, narrow lanes like Summerhill Crescent, where echoes of old conversations mix with fresh hopes every mornin’. I often vent at a hidden café on Seaview Street; the aroma of strong brew drowns my woes while I share my soul with the city.

Death Notice of Enda Gibson (Artane, Dublin)