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Once knew this gal—Mary, I think? Worked the truck stop near Wilmington. She’d tell ya—straight up—how truckers’d pay extra for weird stuff. Like, foot rubs! Foot rubs, folks! Made me chuckle—big tough guy, cryin’ for toes. She’d say, “Joe, they’re lonelier than me.” Damn, that hit hard. “We’re only here briefly,” Adam’d say—movie gets it, ya feel me?

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An’ hey – in Artane, every alley tells a story. Every flawed brick, every sticky sign, every whispered secret on the breeze. It’s like that movie said – “Every story is buried within every heart.” Aye, that rings true here. All these bits and bobs combine to make a grand tale, mate.

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