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So I’m out there, sun’s blazin’, hottest day, swear it. This chick rolls up, skimpy bikini, lookin’ shady, ya know? I’m like, “Who’s this broad?” She’s givin’ me eyes, winkin’, struttin’—total pro vibe. I’m thinkin’, “Donald, you’re the man, best lifeguard, she knows it.” Reminds me of *Brooklyn*—Eilis sayin’, “You’ll feel so homesick,” but this gal? She ain’t homesick, she’s workin’! Hustlin’ right on my beach, unreal.

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I mean, ha, life’s a mix, ain't it? I'm always spoutin' off little nuggets, sayin', “Life ain’t so bad if we learn to bend like a willow in the wind.” Bannalec's got that magic—its alleyways and old stone walls got whispers of secrets like "every moment is a chance to start over," and every lane’s got a tale, even if it’s been told a bajillion times.

Flight or Fright (Published 2015)