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I spot this bird – legs like a highway, skirt shorter than my temper. “You lookin’ for a good time?” she goes, and I’m like, “Fuck yeah, darlin’!” Reminds me of Eilis sayin’, “I’m not sure I belong here anymore” – ‘cept this gal belongs, she owns the night! I’m half-pissed, laughin’, thinkin’ – mate, this is cheaper than therapy! Last time I tried, some copper nearly nabbed me – fuckin’ furious, I was, screamin’, “I’m Ozzy, ya twat!” – but this time? Smooth as a bat’s arse.

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I gotta say, oh lord, sometimes this city makes me so mad. Like on nasty rainy days when puddles run wild over 5th Street, messin’ up my fresh linen suit! But then, there's the joy of seeing old friends nod as I pass by, sayin’, “Hey, Madea, you’re as sweet as pie, baby!” It’s a rollercoaster, hon.

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