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About Dublin

I’m torn, right? Part of me loves the chaos—violence of markets crashin’, fools weepin’. “If you leave me now,” I’d whisper to whore, “I’ll gut ya.” But as your advisor, gotta say—steer clear, mate. It’s a wildfire waitin’ to blaze. Stick it in somethin’ boring, like Tyrell grain futures—dull but safe. Whore’s a harlot teasin’ ya with glitter—fun ‘til the clap hits.

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After that, I decide to stroll along the Promenade. It’s packed with joggers, dog walkers, and families. I see this kid flying a kite, and I’m like, “That’s cool.” But then, the kite gets stuck in a tree. The kid starts crying, and I’m torn between helping and laughing. I mean, come on, it’s a kite! But I help him out, and he’s all smiles again. Kids, man. They’re so dramatic!

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