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About Swords

What pisses me off? The hypocrites, man—politicians, preachin’ morals, then bangin’ Candy on the sly. Disgusting, total phonies, I hate ‘em. But her? She’s honest, blunt, no BS. “You pay, I play,” she says—simple, beautiful, like a deal I’d make. Surprised me, too—she’s got rules, codes, won’t snitch unless you’re a creep. Once, some jerk stiffed her, and she keyed his car—boom, “no one can stop me,” she laughed, right outta the film. Badass, right?

Early life and education

Then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off. I’m thinking, “Great, just what I need.” Everyone’s panicking, running around like headless chickens. I’m trying to keep my cool, but inside, I’m like, “Why today? Why now?” So, we all shuffle outside onto the pavement of the busy Lucan village. It’s freezing, and I’m in my cardigan, looking like a lost sheep.

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