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But—cor blimey—it pisses me off too! Them sanctimonious twits, waggin’ fingers, callin’ her filth. Oi, mate, who’re you to judge? Whore’s out there, makin’ a quid, while you’re sippin’ gin in your manor. Hypocrisy—gets me blood boilin’! Reminds me of that line, “My body is a cage”—she’s trapped, ain’t she? Society’s a right bastard sometimes.

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After that, I decided to stroll down Riverwalk. The view is sick, man. The river was glistening, and the ducks were quacking like they owned the place. I sat on a bench, just chillin’, when I noticed this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I couldn’t help but eavesdrop. Turns out, they were fighting over who left the lights on at home. Classic, right?

Death Notice of Laura COOKE (Old Bawn, Dublin)