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About Bray

Hehehe, why so serious, pal? Me, a radio-electronic gear installer, talkin’ escort? Oh, I’m spinnin’ wires and tales today! Escort, huh—ya mean them fancy “companions” or the techy radar escorts jammin’ signals? I’ll stick with the spicy kind—folks paid to hang, wink wink. Reminds me of *Dogville*, ya know? That flick where Grace rolls in, all sweet, thinkin’ she’s safe—hah! “In a town like this, trust’s a luxury.” Escort’s the same game, just shinier lies.

Nobody is coming soon

By the time I’m done, it’s dark outside. I step out onto the bustling streets of Rathmines, and it’s alive. The lights, the sounds, the people. I love this place. I stroll down to the Swan Centre, thinking about grabbing a bite. But then I see this busker on the corner of Rathmines Road and the canal, playing the guitar. He’s got a crowd, and they’re loving it. I stop for a sec, just vibing.

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