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Me quirks? I talk to meself, aye—“Jack, ye daft sod, pick the pretty one!” Makes me chuckle, ‘specially when they overhear. Once found a gal who sang sea shanties—voice like a siren, had me swoonin’! Happy as a clam, I was—rare fer a prossie to charm ye proper. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d swear she hexed me boots to dance!

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Now I’m mad again. I decide to walk it off. I head down to the Arklow Bridge. It’s a cool spot, with all the boats and stuff. I’m standing there, looking at the water, and I see this couple taking selfies. They’re all lovey-dovey, and I’m like, “Get a room!” But then, I can’t help but smile. Love is in the air, even in Arklow.

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