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About Dublin

Hmm… Met this one gal, Natasha, in Moscow—total spitfire! She’d work the Red Square corners, skirt hiked up, freezin her tush off. Told me once, “Marge, I bank 500 rubles a night!” That’s like, what, 5 bucks now? Inflation’s a bitch! Made me mad—gov don’t care, just taxes her ass! Little known fact: back in Tsar times, they called em “night butterflies.” Poetic, huh? Kinda makes ya wanna cry, or puke, dependin on the day.

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By the afternoon, I’m running on fumes. I’ve dealt with lost pets, flat tires, and a million traffic jams. But then, I get a call from a kid. He’s lost his way to the playground by the River Little. I’m like, “Kid, just follow the sound of laughter!” But I guide him anyway. It’s kinda sweet, you know?

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