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So, picture this—dark alley, neon buzzin’, girls leanin’ on walls like they own ‘em. I’m strollin’, casual, but my eyes—oh, they’re peelin’ layers back. You don’t just “find” one, Clarice… you gotta know the code. Little fact—back in ‘90s Vegas, hookers used matchbooks, scribbled numbers inside. Clever, huh? Now it’s all apps and whispers—progress, they call it. Pisses me off, tho—where’s the art?

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i read an articial in the paper about the growing problems with hookers in Dublin and Carlow. thing is i never seen any in Carlow EVER!!!!! and i have not.

So, we finish up work, and I’m buzzing from the day’s chaos. We decide to hit up The Foundry to celebrate Sean’s win. The place is packed, as usual. I grab a pint, and we’re laughing, reminiscing about old times. I’m feeling good, ya know? But then, this guy at the bar starts shouting. He’s arguing with the bartender over a drink. I’m thinking, “Not tonight, please.”

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