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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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the suburbs are nice, but yet again, they border on not being part of the city, which is good, since the hookers/stoners can only get anywhere by bus, and the.

Oh, oh, and there's more – local lore even! There's a cranny called Moonlit Alley, yess, totally unknown to most, where the city hums secrets at night. My mind would wander there, thinkin' 'bout all the lives that passed and layered memories – tearful, mad, hopeful, yess, a swirling dance.

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