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About Dublin

I’m tellin’ ya, last time I saw this chick, right? Total pro, standin’ there under a busted streetlight, all sass and smoke. Made me laugh, she’s like, “What’s your deal, grandpa?”—cheeky as hell! Got me thinkin’ of that scene where the doc’s all, “Life’s a mystery, huh?” Yeah, mystery my ass—more like a hustle! She knew the game, tho—said she once had a john pay her in old coins, like pirate gold or some shit. Swear to God, blew my mind! Who even carries that crap?

So you want to book a sex worker?

So, I settle for a muffin. Not the same, but whatever. I sit down, and this old guy next to me starts chatting. He’s telling me about the history of Naas. Apparently, it used to be a market town. Who knew? I’m just nodding along, trying to act interested while secretly wishing I had that scone.

Naas e-scooter hit-and-run