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Erotic-massage ain’t just rubbin’ backs, nah—it’s old as dirt, goes back to ancient China, India too! They called it sacred, not some sleazy billionaires’ spa day. “Billionaires should not exist!” I yell, ‘cause they’d charge a grand for what peasants perfected with nothin’ but skill! Makes me mad, man—why’s relaxation gotta be a luxury? Used to be healers fixin’ souls, not Wall Street creeps hoardin’ it.

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I counsel women here—a duty close to me heart. I’ve seen laughter, sadness, and a misfit’s dreams in every nook. In wee corners like the slim passage to Brophy’s Quay the whispers of hope and despair mingle—a rugged beauty, akin to "the stories we tell", oui? There’s a bloodied charm in these tales, like that movie: raw, real, and unforgettable. “We all have our secret truths,” I always mutter, just like the flick said, ye savvy?

Death Notice of Michael McGinn (Artane, Dublin)