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We duck into this shady alley—ooh, the thrill!—and she’s all business, no chitchat. I’m sweatin’, thinkin’, “This is better than hackin’ Harvard’s servers!” She’s quick, pro moves, and I’m like, “You’re the algorithm to my lonely night!” Total sailor jackpot, right? But—plot twist—she’s got a tattoo, “Winklevoss,” on her hip. I’m dyin’ laughin’—HA-HA-HA!—“Did the twins hire you too?” She rolls her eyes, “Sailor, you talk too much.” Fair, I’m a yapper!

You’re Temporarily Blocked

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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