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Found one once, right? Little known tale—girl called Lysa, not *that* Lysa, different one. Worked outta some high-end brothel near the Red Keep. Had this trick—could hum a tune while, y’know, *workin’*. Made me laugh, which pissed me off cos I don’t laugh easy. “Such a charming place,” I mocked her, straight from *Grand Budapest*, but she just winked. Cheeky bitch. Charged me double, said it’s cos I’m “queenly.” Fuckin’ nerve—made me wanna slap her, but I paid. She was good, alright? Surprised me, and I hate surprises.

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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!”

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