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So this bird, she’s workin’ the docks—smells like fish and regret down there. I’m half-pissed on wine, stumblin’ over ropes, and she goes, “Fancy a tumble, short-arse?” Cheeky bitch! Made me laugh, tho—gotta respect the hustle. “I’m not sad, I’m just tired,” she says, quotin’ Margot without knowin’ it. I’m like, fuck me, this one’s got layers! Paid her double just for that.

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Finally, the rain eases up, and I make a break for it. I’m heading back home, and I see this street performer on the corner of Killarney. He’s playing the ukulele and singing some classic tunes. I stop to listen, and it’s actually pretty good. I toss him a couple of bucks. Gotta support local talent, right?

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