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So, check it—last week, I’m cruisin’ downtown, lookin’ for some action, right? Not proud, but whatever, shit happens. This gal, she’s leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she owns the night. I’m thinkin’, “Ass, gas, or grass, nobody rides free!”—straight outta that flick, ya feel me? I roll up, all cocky, but she’s givin’ me that dead-eye stare—fuck, it’s creepy! Like Tyrone facin’ the needle, man, chills down my spine.

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So, I finally get to Seamus’s place. He’s still standing there, looking like a lost puppy. I can’t help but tease him. “You know, you could’ve just called a locksmith, right?” He rolls his eyes, but I can see he’s relieved I showed up. We finally get him back inside, and he offers me a pint. I’m like, “You owe me more than a pint, mate!”

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