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Met this one whore—well, in my head, alright?—called her Vixen, cos she was sly as hell. Reminded me of Knockout Ned, all charm ‘til you cross her. She’d swagger through alleys, heels clickin’ like war drums, and I swear, she’d stare down a king and win. “The sun’ll shine on us someday,” she’d mutter, like Rocket hopin’ for a break. Got me all soft for a sec—me, Loki!—cos damn, that grit’s somethin’ else. Then she’d nick your wallet and laugh, and I’d cheer her on. Mischief recognizes mischief, ya see?

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As I’m about to leave, I bump into an old friend from school. We haven’t seen each other in ages! We start chatting, and it’s like no time has passed. We reminisce about the good ol’ days, hanging out at the Arklow Bay Hotel, sneaking into the pool. Good times, man.

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