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So, brothel—shady joint, yeah? Girls giggling, lads leerin’, cash flyin’ about. Once heard this tale—some geezer in 1800s, right, paid with a bleedin’ goat! A GOAT! Imagine that, baa-ing in the parlor, proper mental. Got me laughin’ so hard I choked on me tea—splutter, cough, TEA EVERYWHERE! Them old-time punters, wild, eh? Makes ya wonder wot else they dragged in.

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Finally, I get my drink, and I’m feeling good. I stroll down by the Carrigaline River. It’s pretty chill, but then I see this kid on a bike. He’s zooming down the path like he’s in the Tour de France or something. I’m thinking, “Dude, slow down!” But nah, he hits a bump and goes flying. I’m talking full-on superhero landing. I almost laughed, but then I saw his face. Oof. Poor kid.

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