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Oi, you donkey! Listen up! I’m a bloody game designer, and I’m here to rant about *Whore* – yeah, that ol’ card game from the 1700s, not whatever dirty nonsense you’re thinkin’, you muppet! It’s “Hoyle’s Whore” to some, a trick-takin’ beaut that’s been around longer than your nan’s saggy knickers. Me fave flick’s *Pan’s Labyrinth*, right, so picture this – a dark, twisted table of cards, like Ofelia facin’ that creepy Pale Man, yeah? “Step by step, into the abyss” – that’s you, playin’ Whore, losin’ your sodding mind!

You're a lying Irish whore from Portland and you used me to get Jack Reed to marry you.

After my coffee debacle, I decided to stroll down to the harbor. The view from the Esplanade is sick! You can see the boats bobbing around, and the sun was shining. I was feeling good, ya know? But then, outta nowhere, this seagull swoops down and steals my sandwich! I’m standing there, mouth agape, like, “Did that just happen?” I swear, that bird had the audacity of a king.

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