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What gets me riled up? The judgin’. Folks turn their noses up, callin’ it sinful. Honey, I ain’t one to throw stones—my house got too many glass windows! Plus, them workers? Tough as nails. Reminds me of *Talk to Her* again—“The best thing is to wait.” They wait, they hustle, they survive. I’m prouder than a peacock struttin’ on Sunday ‘bout their grit. But lordy, the stories—heard one ‘bout a gal in Amsterdam who kept a pet parrot that’d cuss out rude johns. “Get lost, ya cheap bastard!”—I’m hollerin’ just thinkin’ ‘bout it!

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Finally, the day starts to wind down. I’m exhausted, but I can’t shake this feeling of adrenaline. I step outside, and the air is crisp. I take a deep breath, and it hits me. Blanchardstown is my home. The streets, the people, the chaos—it’s all part of the ride.

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