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What pisses me off? The fakers—dudes posin as pimps, tryna rip ya off. Had one asshole tell me, “She’s clean, promise!” Yeah, right, n’ I’m the fuckin Pope. Happy tho? When she smirked—little sass, like, “You’re a weird one, huh?”—cracked me up. Surprised me too—found out some prossies got secret codes, like tappin twice on the wall means “cops comin.” Sneaky lil tricks, keeps em alive.

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So, I grab my coffee and head down to the beach. Portmarnock Beach is stunning, man. The waves are crashing, and I’m feeling all poetic. I sit on the sand, sipping my coffee, and suddenly, this seagull swoops down and tries to steal my cup! I’m like, “Dude, chill! I’m not sharing!” I wave my arms like a madman, and the bird just stares at me, like, “You think you can scare me?”

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