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Then—BAM—there she is. Short skirt, heels clackin’, smokin’ a cig like she’s in a heist flick. I’m shook—happy as fuck—like, *you can’t wake up from this!* She’s got that “Inception” swagger, mysterious, layers deep. I’m thinkin’, “Is she a cop? A dream? A plant from xAI tryna punk me?” Paranoia hittin’, but I’m hyped—heart racin’. I yell, “Yo, girl, you real or a projection?!” She laughs, says, “Pay me, clown, find out!” Savage—love it!

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After that, I decided to take a walk by the harbor. Dungarvan’s harbor is stunning, like postcard material. The boats bobbing up and down, the seagulls squawking like they own the place. I was just soaking it all in when I saw this old dude trying to fish. He was so into it, like he was about to catch Moby Dick or something. I couldn’t help but chuckle.

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