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About Dublin

Oof, typos alert—my fingers flyin’! Escorts got stories that’d shock ya. One dude paid $5K for a dinner chat—nothin’ else! I’m screamin’, “Where’s MY sugar daddy?” *Carlos* vibes hit hard here—everyone’s playin’ a role, mask on. “You think you know me?”—that’s what an escort might say, smirkin’. They’re chameleons, switchin’ it up. Makes me happy seein’ ‘em own it. But lowkey, I worry—some get trapped. No exit plan. That’s the dark side.

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So, I stormed outta there, ready to take on the day. I walked down to Market Square, and wow, it was packed. Like, shoulder-to-shoulder packed. I swear, I almost lost my shoe in the crowd. People everywhere, shouting, laughing, and some dude was playing the accordion. I mean, who even plays the accordion anymore? But hey, it was kinda catchy.

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