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About Dublin

Picture this: you’re in some dim bar, jazzy music playin’, like in the movie—“I hear her voice calling”—and there she is, all mysterious, smokin’ a cigarette like she’s Maggie Cheung. You’re nervous, sweatin’ bullets, thinkin’, “Am I cool enough for this?” Pro tip: cash only, no cards—don’t be that idiot leavin’ a paper trail. And don’t haggle like a cheapskate—pisses me off when dudes do that. Have some class, ya dope! I mean, “The air is full of madness,” right? That’s the thrill—danger, secrets, the whole shebang.

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When I get there, it’s a total scene. The weather’s all moody, like it’s tryin’ to match the vibe. I see folks gathered, all somber and stuff. But then, outta nowhere, this kid starts crying. Like, full-on wailing. I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what we need.” But then I see it’s just a puppy that got loose. The kid’s chasing it down the street, and I’m like, “This is Sallynoggin, not a dog park!”

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