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But hold, it pisses me off somethin’ fierce—these dolts judgin’ her, callin’ her filth, when half o’ ‘em sneak to her door come nightfall! Hypocrites, bah! I’d clout ‘em with a tankard, I would. Yet—stay thy rage, heart—there’s a spark o’ joy too. Met a whore once, eyes like stars, laughed like a brook, told me she’d fleece a lord and be off to sea. “I’m no piglet,” says she, bold as Chihiro facin’ Yubaba. Made me cheer, damn it—pluck in a pit o’ snakes!

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I love wanderin’ down Harcourt Crescent – its narrow lanes twist like fate and literally meander near the ancient church, St. Mary’s. Oi, if ya ever pass by that, just pause a sec and soak it in. There’s a real energy here that none of those big city folks get. I once got so mad ‘bout the traffic on South Street – like, “D’oh!” I mean, c’mon, give us a break already! But then it washed over me like a warm bubble of nostalgia, reminiscent of a line from Yi Yi: “Just a moment, a little moment of silence.” I kid you not, even the annoying bits turned poetic.

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