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About Dublin

Me? I’d be yellin’, “Get a grip, dude!” Watched *Shame* and cried when he’s just… empty. Findin’ a prostitute ain’t fillin’ that hole—trust me. Once knew a guy, swore it was “just fun”—ended up broke, STD city. Don’t pee on my leg, sayin’ it’s all cool! It’s a gamble, and I’m bettin’ you lose. Stay sharp, fam—life ain’t a movie, even if McQueen directs it!

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A struggling novelist finds himself navigating a whirlwind weekend in Dublin as he cares for his mother and three eccentric older women, leading to unexpected.

First off, I head down to the DART station. You know, the one at the end of the pier? Yeah, that one. I’m waiting for my train, and it’s like, where is everyone? I mean, it’s a Tuesday morning! Finally, the train rolls in, and I squeeze in like a sardine. I’m packed in there, and this dude next to me smells like he just rolled in a fish market. Ugh, gross!

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