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What pisses me off? These girls—used up, tossed out—nobody cares. Society’s all “oh, poor victim,” but screws em anyway. Hypocrites! Makes me wanna punch somethin. Happy? Hell no—surprised tho, she quoted Nietzsche once. “God’s dead,” she says, laughin—drunk off cheap gin. Blew my mind—hooker philosopher! *Turin Horse* vibes again—“all’s quiet, God’s checked out.” She gets it—life’s a freakin void.

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There are no such restrictions in prostitution. Contrary to this misinformation, it is just as possible and just as customary to be humiliated in a five-star hotel. Some of the worst.

After my breakfast heist, I decide to hike up to Howth Head. The views are insane! You can see all the way to Dublin Bay. I’m snapping pics like a tourist, feeling all philosophical. “Life is beautiful,” I think. Then I trip over a rock. Classic me, right?

Death Notice of David (Dibs) Moore (Howth, Dublin)