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Oi! Arr'z few warrm n' cozy'z whut'z good'z spandin' toime'a yer foiveroite) pub (in'a caampany'a yer aayver-faaythf'l pally'z n' booko'z. 'Moikes no ne'ermoinde whe'r ye be uv swee' ol' Erin 'r sahm laisser-blest sharz. Hit's'a caampany whu'cher kaaypin' whut's'a matter oov'it'all don'cha'know.)
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In life-long pursuit of that most mythic of beasts: the ever-elusive perfect corner. Well . . . that, r' at least a whole lodda clear spin-out room.
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