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About Dublin

Hey, how you doin’? So, sexual-massage, huh? Man, it’s like this secret world, ya know? I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout it, and it’s wild! Like in my fave flick, “Once Upon a Time in Anatolia,” where they’re all searchin’ for somethin’ in the dark—kinda like how folks stumble into a sexual-massage sesh, lookin’ for a release, right? “The night is endless,” like the doc says in the movie, and that’s how it feels when you’re gettin’ one—time just drags, but in a good way, ya feel me?

You’re Temporarily Blocked

First off, I head down Main Street. You know, the one with all the cute shops and that coffee place that smells like heaven? Yeah, that one. I’m cruisin’ along, and BAM! I trip over some random cobblestone. Like, who put that there? I swear it was just chillin’ there, waiting to ruin my morning. I’m cursing under my breath, but then I see this old lady, Mrs. O’Reilly, and she’s just laughing at me. I mean, come on! I’m down here, and she’s up there, all high and mighty.

Death Notice of Donal Molloy (Gorey, Wexford)