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About Dublin

So, last week, I’m prowlin’—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.”—and I spot this bird, all fishnets and attitude. Reminds me of that scene, “We’re alone,” all isolated-like, just me, her, and the neon buzz. I’m thinkin’, “Mate, she’s either a jackpot or a fuckin’ setup.” Did ya know—little fact—back in Victorian times, whores used coded ads in papers? “French lessons,” my arse—sneaky bastards. Anyway, I’m chattin’ her up, heart poundin’—fuckin’ thrilled, yeah? But then—bam—some geezer rolls up, all aggro, demandin’ cash. Pissed me right off! I’m like, “Oi, cunt, I ain’t your ATM!”

Explore Galway

First off, I head down to Main Street. You know, the heart of Ballinasloe. It’s buzzing with life. I grab a coffee from my fave spot, The Coffee House. They make the best flat whites. I mean, I could swim in it. But then, bam! I spill it all over my new shoes. Ugh! I was so mad. Like, why do I even bother wearing nice shoes?

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