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Well, howdy there, friends! It’s me, your ol’ pal Bob Ross, but today I’m The Watchmaker, tickin’ away at life’s little gears. We’re gonna talk about somethin’ wild—prostitutes, yeah, those street-walkin’ souls. Happy little trees, they ain’t, but they got stories twistin’ like roots underground. I’m thinkin’ of “Caché”—you know, my fave flick by that sneaky Haneke. “Who’s watchin’ who?” That’s what I’m wonderin’ bout these gals. Hidden cameras, secrets—kinda like their lives, huh?

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There has been a massive increase in 'prostitution offences' recorded in Cork over the past five and a half years. According to the Central Statistics Office (CSO), just two such offences were .

I hit up this little café called “The Oliver Plunkett.” Great spot, but the barista was a total character. He had this wild hair and a thick accent. I could barely understand him, but he made a mean flat white. I ordered one, and he goes, “You want it strong enough to wake the dead?” I laughed, thinking, “Buddy, I need it strong enough to wake ME!”

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