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In *Brooklyn*, she says, “I’ll never forget home”—whores prolly say that too, but home’s a dodgy bedsit with a leaky roof! Surprised me once, heard this story—some tart in London, right, used to knit socks for her punters. Socks! Like, “Cheers for the ride, here’s a woolly!” *cackle* Mental, innit? Reckon she was takin the piss. Me mate Dave swears he knew her—says she smelt like lavender and regret. Dunno bout that, sounds like bollocks to me.

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Who kept a dead whore in a cave. She smelled of shit, and was missing a tit. But just think of the money he saved.

Then, outta nowhere, my mate Sean bursts in. He’s got this wild look in his eyes. “You won’t believe what just happened!” I’m thinkin’, “Dude, I’m already on the edge here.” Turns out, he saw a dog wearing a sweater. A freakin’ dog in a sweater! I mean, who dresses their dog like that? But it cracked me up. Limerick’s full of surprises, I guess.

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