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But Lordy, some of ‘em—whew, they’d stumble in with breath worse’n a skunk’s backside, teeth all yeller and chipped. I’d be like, “What’s your secret, darlin’?”—ya know, like Viggo Mortensen askin’ in the movie, all suspicious-like. And they’d shrug, “Cheap whiskey and cheaper men!” I’d laugh ‘til my sides hurt, but inside I’d be cryin’—ain’t fair they gotta live so rough. Surprised me, too, how many’d tell me straight-up ‘bout their lives, no shame, just raw as a skinned knee.

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Next, I decide to take a walk down Church Hill. It’s a nice spot, but the weather? Classic Irish. One minute it’s sunny, the next it’s pouring. I’m dodging raindrops like I’m in some weird game of Frogger. I swear, I’m half expecting a giant frog to hop out and challenge me.

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