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I’m dodgin’ coppers, too—can’t have M bollockin’ me for this. Little fact: in Amsterdam, it’s all legal, red lights glowin’ like a bleedin’ Christmas tree. Here? It’s a gamble, mate. I’m thinkin’, *Christ, imagine if Q rigged me a prossie-finder gadget*. I’d be sorted! Anyway, this one bird, she’s whisperin’ sweet nothins’, and I’m half tempted to take her back to the Aston Martin—classy, yeah? “Let go of attachment,” the film says, but sod that—I’m attached already!

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As the day winds down, I’m walking back home, and the sunset is just epic. The sky’s all orange and pink, and I’m feeling grateful. Portmarnock, you crazy little town, you’ve got my heart. Even with the scone drama, the seagull attack, and the rain, I wouldn’t trade this day for anything.

Elite field assembled for Women’s Amateur at Portmarnock