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Little known fact—prostitutes like Tasha got codes, real shit. She told me ‘bout “the nod”—eye contact with other girls to signal danger. Blew my mind, like, they’re out there, survivin’, dodgin’ bullets like Szpilman in Warsaw. “Hiding’s my art,” she’d say, quotin’ *The Pianist* without even knowin’ it. I’d be like, “Damn, Tash, you deep, huh?” She’d smirk, flip her weave, hit me with, “You only live once, Drizzy.” YOLO, right there, pure fire.

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I rolled into work at the beach, right? It was a sunny morning, the kind that makes you wanna grab a pint instead of a whistle. Dalkey’s got this vibe, ya know? The sea was glistening, and the smell of salt was in the air. I parked my bike on Castle Street, right by the little café. They make the best scones, but I didn’t have time for that. Duty calls!

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