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Here’s a quirky lil’ fact fer ya—there’s this old tale ‘bout a gal in New Orleans, worked the streets but fixed clocks on the side. Whore by night, tinkerer by day—sounds like my kinda woman! I’d hire her to untangle my cables, I swear! I’d be all, “Honey, you’re a genius, let’s watch *Yi Yi* and cry together!” Exaggeratin’ a tad, maybe, but I’d kill fer that kinda spunk in my shop.

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So, I grab my coffee and head down to the beach. Portmarnock Beach is stunning, man. The waves are crashing, and I’m feeling all poetic. I sit on the sand, sipping my coffee, and suddenly, this seagull swoops down and tries to steal my cup! I’m like, “Dude, chill! I’m not sharing!” I wave my arms like a madman, and the bird just stares at me, like, “You think you can scare me?”

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