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About Swords

I get happy thinkin’ she’s got grit—takes guts to hustle in a dump like that. But ugh, the stench of desperation? Makes me wanna puke. Ever smell a whore’s perfume mixed with cheap booze? It’s tragedy in a bottle, swear to God. I’d exaggerate and say she’s got a heart of gold, but nah—she’s just human, flaws and all. “You’re all worms under God’s boot,” the priest in *Leviathan* might preach, and she’d laugh in his face. Love that sass!

2. Lough Ree

First off, I hit the road on the N6, cruisin’ past the River Shannon. That river is like the lifeblood of this town, ya know? It’s beautiful, but it can be a real pain when it floods. Anyway, I’m rollin’ down Church Street, and I see this old fella, Mr. O’Reilly, tryin’ to fix his fence. Poor guy’s got more tools than sense. I stop to help, but he’s like, “Nah, I got it!” Classic O’Reilly. I just chuckle and keep goin’.

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