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Little known fact – back in the 80s, Vegas hookers had a secret code, flashin rings to signal cops or johns. Crazy, right? Gets me all fired up thinkin bout it – history’s nuts! Anyway, this one time, I’m chattin up this gal, and she’s all sass, like, “What you got, stripes?” I’m laughin, thinkin, “This gal’s got balls!” Made me happy as hell – love me some attitude. But then – ugh – some creep rolls up, tryin to lowball her, and I’m pissed! “You don’t talk to her like that, dipshit!” I yell, feelin like Anton Chigurh bout to flip a coin for his ass.

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So, I take a breather outside, and I’m standing by the harbor. The view is stunning, though. The sea is all choppy, and I can see the boats bobbing around. It’s like a postcard, but I’m too annoyed to appreciate it. I’m thinking about how Balbriggan used to be a bustling port. Now it’s just me and a bunch of seagulls.

Balbriggan friends get a head start for Bewley's Big Coffee Morning with a fundraiser tomorrow, Thurs, Sept 19