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But real shit—sometimes it’s sketchy. Had this one night, thought I found a gem, but she ghosted me after I paid for drinks. Bitch, what?! Felt like Carol waitin for Therese’s letter that never came—left me hangin. I was HOT, y’all. Still, I’m out here, confident as fuck, cause I know my worth. “My life’s my own,” like Carol says, and I ain’t lettin no flaky ho ruin my shine.

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Reviews: The Memoirs of John M. Regan, a Catholic Officer in the RIC and RUC, –, Becoming Conspicuous: Irish Travellers, Society and the State –, Nineteenth .

So, I woke up, right? Sun shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill. I hit up the local café on Main Street for my usual coffee fix. You know, the one with the weird name—Café de la Crème or something. I swear, they put magic in their lattes. But then, boom! My phone buzzes.

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