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About Bray

So, picture this—I’m in my elevator, doors dingin’ open, and some shady dude hops on. Smells like cheap cologne and regret. I’m like, “Anyone can cook, but can ya find a decent hooker?” Straight outta *Ratatouille*, baby. He gives me this look, probs thinks I’m nuts. But I’m wonderin’—is there an app for that now? Like Uber, but with fishnets? I bet there is. Prolly called “Hoober” or some crap. Made me laugh, thinkin’ bout it—technology’s wild, man.

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So, I settled for a muffin. Not the same, but whatever. I sat outside, soaking in the vibes. The people-watching was on point. There’s this dude who jogs by every morning. He’s always wearing the same neon green shorts. Like, bro, we get it, you’re fit. But change it up, man!

Lark in the Park as Raheny see off Man O War to seal place in junior semi-final