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We get to it, right, in some grotty alley—smells like death’s armpit. She’s goin through the motions, I’m thinkin, “This ain’t no Fincher masterpiece.” Then—surprise!—her pimp rolls up, big geezer, all “Who’s this prick?” I’m leggin it, screamin, “I’m not Robert Downey Jr, mate!” Nearly shat meself, but fuck me, it was hilarious! Prossies, man—they’ll rob ya blind or get ya battered, and I’m still laughin. Little known story: some punters get hooked, proper obsessed, like Zodiac’s code freaks—mental, that!

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After that, I decide to stroll down to the river. The River Liffey is so chill, especially on a sunny day. I sit on a bench, trying to calm down. I’m watching the ducks, and they’re quacking like they own the place. I start thinking about how ducks have it made. No bills, no deadlines. Just swimming and quacking. I’m jealous, honestly.

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