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So, there’s this one bird—let’s call her Ruby, yeah? She’s a prozzie, been in and out my jail more times than I’ve had martinis. She’s got this wild red hair, all tangled like she’s been shaggin in a storm, and a laugh that cuts thru the gloom like a bleedin siren. First time I nabbed her, I was pissed—thought she’d knifed some punter. Turns out, the bloke just owed her cash, and she whacked him with a heel! Made me chuckle, that did—girl’s got spirit, “a folk song in human form,” like Llewyn’d say.

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I’m thinking, “Right, let’s see this lock.” We head outside, and surprise, surprise, the lock’s still there. But the bike? Gone. I can’t help but laugh. “You sure you didn’t just forget where you parked it?” He glares at me. “I’m not that daft!”

Death Notice of John CULLEN (Ballymun, Dublin)