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Oh, and the clap—don’t get me started. Docs like me see ‘em limpin’ in, lyin’ through their teeth. “Fell on a doorknob,” they say. Sure, sweetheart, and I’m Hugh Laurie’s twin. Everybody lies, but prostitutes? They’re pros at it—gotta be. Sellin’ a fantasy while dodgin’ reality. Kinda admire the hustle, even if it’s grim as hell. Reminds me of Llewyn singin’ “Hang me, oh hang me”—they’re hangin’ out there every night, no guitar needed.

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After that chaos, I head over to the Market Square. It’s packed, as usual. I’m trying to hawk my stuff, but everyone’s too busy arguing over who has the best fish and chips. I mean, c’mon! It’s An-Muileann-gCearr! You can’t go wrong with any of them! But I’m getting frustrated. I’m like, “Hey, folks! Check out my cool merch!” But they’re all, “Nah, we’re good.”

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