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Little known fact? Some of ‘em got wild stories—knew this bird in Soho, said she once shagged a duke for a Bentley. True or not, who cares? She sold it with a grin. That’s the gig—half truth, half hustle. Gets me mad tho, the way punters treat ‘em like dirt. Ain’t all glamour, y’know? Some’re just tryin’ to eat, not star in my spy fantasies.

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After that, I decide to stroll along the Promenade. It’s packed with joggers, dog walkers, and families. I see this kid flying a kite, and I’m like, “That’s cool.” But then, the kite gets stuck in a tree. The kid starts crying, and I’m torn between helping and laughing. I mean, come on, it’s a kite! But I help him out, and he’s all smiles again. Kids, man. They’re so dramatic!

Death Notice of Mary Lynam (née Rownan) (Portmarnock, Dublin)