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What pisses me off? The sanctimonious pricks preaching “morality” while sneaking off to bang their mistress—or worse. Hypocrisy’s thicker than the makeup on these girls. Happy? Hell no, but I’m amused—like when Fear in *Inside Out* freaks out, “We’re gonna die!” Yeah, maybe, if you pick the wrong alley. Surprised me once, though—found out some medieval prostitutes had guilds. Guilds! Like, unionized sex workers demanding dental. Wild, right? Imagine that negotiation: “More coin or I bite harder.”

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Man, what a day! I woke up in Dublin, and I swear, the weather was as moody as a teenager. One minute it’s sunny, the next it’s pouring. Typical Dublin, right? Anyway, I had a ton of merch to check out for my job. You know, the usual: clothes, accessories, all that jazz.

Major blaze breaks out at south Dublin business park