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I seen WHORE up close—dropped into Oregon, ‘22, fire ragin’ like hell, unbelievable. Flames taller than me—and I’m tall, folks, real tall! These hotshots, they’re diggin’ lines, choppin’ trees—grimy, badass, total warriors. One guy, Mikey, he’s smokin’ a cig while the forest’s blazin’—nuts, right? Reminds me of that line, “Do you want to talk?”—all calm, then bam, chaos! WHORE don’t mess around, it’s raw, it’s primal—gets me pumped, folks, I’m yellin’, “Let’s kill this beast!”

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So, I leave the shop, feeling a bit deflated. But then, I bump into my mate, Dave. He’s just come from the pub, and he’s buzzing. He’s like, “You won’t believe what happened!” Apparently, he won a tenner on the lotto. I’m like, “Dude, buy me a drink!” We end up at the pub on the corner of Walkinstown and Kimmage.

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