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Ugh, my boss’d hate this rant—he’s all, “Focus, Tina!” Screw that, I’m daydreamin’—whore’s out there, dodgin’ cops, laughin’ at suckers. “You’re all dogs,” she’d spit, *Dogville*-style, and I’d cheer. Snarky? Sure. Useful? Hell yeah—next time you judge, think twice, pal! I’m out—gotta fix this damn antenna. Peace!

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I nearly swallowed on my pineapple juice in a city centre pub last night when a foreigner (French, I think) asked me that question. I sent him to the Rochestown Road.

After work, I head over. The vibe is electric. The smell of fresh bread and fish hits me like a wave. I grab a bite from one of the stalls. It’s this amazing seafood chowder. I’m in heaven! I sit down, and there’s this old fella next to me. He starts chatting about the history of Cork. Apparently, we’re a city of rebels. I’m like, “Yeah, I can relate!”

'He never hesitated to reach out and help others': Cork man who drowned in River Lee laid to rest