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I knew this guy once—Jimmy, total schmuck. He’d “find a prostitute” every Friday, like clockwork. Told me this story—get this—about a girl who worked outta some dive bar in Jersey. She’d hum showtunes while, uh, “negotiating.” Showtunes! Can you believe it? I’m laughin’ my ass off, but also—kinda pissed. Why’s she gotta ruin *Oklahoma!* for me? I’m yellin’ at Jimmy, “That’s sacred, man!” He just shrugs, like, “Larry, chill.” Chill? Me? Never!

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First off, I hit up the local café on Strand Street. You know, the one with the best scones? Yeah, that one. I ordered my usual—coffee and a scone. But guess what? They were out of scones! Like, how do you run out of scones in a café that’s famous for them? I was ready to throw a fit. I mean, c’mon! It’s Skerries, not the Sahara!

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