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But real talk, whores got grit. Takes balls to hustle like that. Makes me happy seein’ that hustle, ya feel me? Reminds me of wrestlin’ – you grind, you shine. Tho, I get pissed when folks shit-talk ‘em. Like, “Know your role!” – whores ain’t hurtin’ nobody, just survivin’. What’s your beef, huh? Chill! Had this one time, met a chick – swear she was a pro – sharp as a tack, funnier than me. Surprised the hell outta me, thought she’d be all jaded. Nope! She’s out there, dodgin’ creeps, stackin’ cash.

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prostitutes began being hounded nightly by the police. I rented an apartment in Terenure for a short time and opened an escort agency of my own.

But then, I step outside, and it starts pouring. Like, outta nowhere! I’m soaked in seconds. I’m standing there, laughing at the absurdity of it all. Terenure’s weather is wild, man. One minute it’s sunny, the next it’s a monsoon. I duck into a café on Templeogue Road to wait it out.

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