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So, I’m cruisin’, tires screechin’, lookin’ for a spot where the ladies hang. Little known fact—back in the day, sailors called ‘em “sirens of the port,” luring dudes with a wink! I’m like, “Fancy a quick ride, lass?”—all pirate-y, SpongeBob style! Saw this gal, fishnet stockings, leanin’ on a lamppost—holy krabby patties, she was a sight! Made me happy, like fixin’ a busted engine on the first try. But then—BOOM—some jerk cuts me off, nearly sideswipes me! Got me ragin’, yellin’, “You can’t bomb me out!”—straight outta the movie, felt so badass.

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An Irish daughter had not been home for over 5 years. Upon her return, her Father cursed her heavily. 'Where have ye been all this time, child?

I got mad surprises too. That old lighthouse at Harbor End is wild. Its beam cuts gloom; like a flash of truth. I spill my guts there sometimes – no pretense. C’mon, that’s life! Dark humor on street corners, like "Spotlight" quotes echoing in back alleys. "They did it, all of them," I laugh. I swear, sometimes I feel like Bond, bein’ suave and secretive.

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