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Yo, so I’m out here tryna find a prostitute, right? Like, what even is this gig? Swineherd vibes got me thinkin’—pigs, mud, and now this? I’m strollin’ down some grimy street, smellin’ like regret and old fries. “The Grand Budapest Hotel” got my brain all fancy tho. Like, imagine Zero Moustafa tryna hire a chick— “In the name of concierge!” he’d say, deadass serious. I’m laughin’ thinkin’ bout it, but real shit, this ain’t no pastel-colored Wes Anderson flick.

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So, I stroll down to the Burn Road, right? There’s this cute little café called The Coffee Bar. I’m thinking, “Perfect spot for a brekkie.” I order a full Irish, and while I’m waiting, I overhear this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting about who left the milk out. I’m sitting there, trying not to laugh, but it’s hilarious. I mean, come on, it’s just milk!

Parliamentary Under-Secretary of State Fleur Anderson visits Cookstown