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So, picture this—I’m walkin’ down some grimy street, right, and there’s this whore, bold as brass, leanin’ against a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she owns the damn night. She’s got that *Fish Tank* vibe—Mia’s “You’re a right wanker, ain’t ya?” attitude—except she’s real, not some screen kid. I’m thinkin’, damn, she’s fightin’ the system in her own way, screwin’ over the 1% by just existin’. Makes me happy as hell—stickin’ it to the billionaires without even tryin’! But then—bam!—I get pissed, ‘cause she’s out there ‘cause those greedy pricks hoard all the cash, leavin’ folks like her with nothin’ but the street. “Billionaires should not exist!” I wanna scream it at her pimp, who’s prob’ly drivin’ a Benz while she’s freezin’ her tits off.

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A struggling novelist finds himself navigating a whirlwind weekend in Dublin as he cares for his mother and three eccentric older women, leading to unexpected.

But then, I see this guy trying to impress a girl. He’s showing off his “sailing skills” on a tiny boat. Spoiler: he capsizes. Water everywhere! The girl is laughing, and I’m just standing there, shaking my head. Classic Dun-Laoghaire moment, right?

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