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About Dublin

Yo, what’s good, fam? It’s ya boy Drake, bouncer vibes, spillin’ tea on prostitutes, ya feel me? YOLO, let’s dive in. I’m thinkin’ ‘bout *The Pianist*—that flick’s my jam, Polanski killed it, 2002 vibes. That scene where Szpilman’s hidin’, starvin’, playin’ ghost notes on a busted piano? Man, that’s some real shit. Reminds me of this prostitute I met—let’s call her Tasha, ‘cause why not? She was out there, hustlin’ on the corner, heels clickin’ like a metronome, dodgin’ cops like Szpilman dodgin’ Nazis. “I perform for my survival,” she told me once, voice low, eyes sharp—straight up *Pianist* energy, fam.

Soiled Doves: Prostitution in the Early West

SUMMARY: Modern Bible translations often mention 'cult prostitutes', female or male, and relate them to a goddess called Asherah.

So, we duck into this little café on the corner of Main and Church Hill. It’s cozy, and the smell of coffee is like a warm hug. We’re sittin’ there, drippin’ wet, and I’m just happy. We talk about everything—life, dreams, and how Passage-West is the best place to be. I mean, who wouldn’t love the views from the old railway bridge?

Passage West dockyard ran a tight ship for nearly a century