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Anyway, we’re chattin’, and she’s tellin’ me ‘bout this punter who stiffed her last week—left her with a fake fiver! I’m fumin’ for her, cos that’s low, even for this game. “Shaken, not stirred,” I mutter, cos I’d sort that git out proper. She laughs, says I’m a nutter, and I’m buzzin’—happy as a pig in muck. Surprised me, too, how chill she was—most’d be spittin’ feathers.

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It became apparent to my son and I that she was most likely a prostitute. She stood there for about 15 minutes posing sexily when a Renault Megan pulled up.

Man, what a day! I woke up in Cork, and I swear, the weather was as moody as my ex. One minute it’s sunny, the next it’s pouring. Typical Irish, right? Anyway, I had a ton of work to do, but I figured I’d grab a coffee first. So, I strolled down Oliver Plunkett Street, dodging tourists like I was in a video game.

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