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Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, I’m a carpenter now, yeah? Hammerin’ nails, sawin’ wood, all that jazz. But let’s talk about somethin’ juicier—whore. Not just any whore, mind ya, but the vibe, the idea, the bloody mess of it all. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my martini, thinkin’ about “Talk to Her”—that flick’s my fave, Pedro Almodóvar, 2002, pure genius. Got that line stuck in me head: “There’s nothing more alive than a wound.” Whore’s like that, innit? A wound that keeps bleedin’, keeps livin’.

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Next, I head over to the Portmarnock Golf Club. I’m not a golfer, but I love the vibe. I’m just wandering around, soaking it all in. Then, I bump into this old dude who’s super into golf. He starts telling me about the history of the club, and I’m nodding along, but inside, I’m thinking, “Dude, I just wanted to chill.” But hey, he’s passionate, so I let him ramble.

Do not swim prohibition at Portmarnock and Claremont Beaches