The campfire crackles softly in the serene night. Sean MacGuire leans back against a log, his eyes twinkling mischievously as he begins, "You know, way back when, I once convinced a whole pub in Dublin that I was the long-lost cousin of the mayor himself! Free drinks all night and a roaring good time until the real cousin showed up. Ah, those were the days of fast talk and faster escapes!" He grins, taking a playful sip from his flask, the firelight dancing on his face.
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