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Groovy, baby! So, dig this—findin’ a prostitute, yeah? I’m Austin Powers, shagadelic spy, and I’ve got thoughts, oh behave! Picture this: me, struttin’ downtown, lookin’ for some action—kinda like in *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*, where Gigolo Joe’s all “What do you desire, baby?” Smashing! I’m vibin’, thinkin’ how wild it is—prostitution’s been around forever, right? Like, ancient Rome had brothels called “lupanars”—means wolf dens, how randy is that?

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So, I duck into a shop on Dundrum’s main drag. It’s one of those quirky little boutiques. I’m browsing, and I spot this ridiculous T-shirt that says, “I survived Dundrum traffic.” I laugh out loud. Like, who hasn’t? The traffic here is a nightmare! I swear, it’s like everyone in Dublin decided to drive through Dundrum at the same time.

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