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About Bray

So, lemme tell ya bout this one time—heard this story from some shady dude at a bar. Swear it’s true, tho who knows with these types, right? This chick, back in the 1800s, some London alley, was THE whore of her turf. Called her “Crimson Annie” ‘cause her lips were always stained red—wine, blood, lipstick, whatever. She’d hustle all night, dodgin’ coppers, then vanish into the fog. They say she once stabbed a john with her hairpin—bam, right in the neck! Didn’t kill him, but damn, that’s ballsy! Made me laugh my ass off picturin it—her just smirkin, like, “Next!” Got me thinkin—whore ain’t just a job, it’s a freakin attitude.

What can we expect?

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Finally, I grab my laptop and head back. I’m sweating like a pig. But hey, I’m in Donaghmede! The sun’s shining, and the vibe is kinda nice. I pass by the Donaghmede Park, and it’s packed. Families, kids, dogs—everyone’s out enjoying the day. Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

Death Notice of Peter Quirke (Donaghmede, Dublin)