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Alright, listen up, ya knuckleheads! I’m a musician, strummin’ my soul out, and I got thots—oops, thoughts—on prostitutes, so here’s the deal. Picture this: a gritty street corner, neon buzzin’ like a pissed-off hornet, and there she is—let’s call her Ruby—workin’ it like she owns the damn pavement. I ain’t judgin’, ‘cause hell, “I drink your milkshake!”—she’s out there suckin’ up every dime she can, just like Daniel Plainview in *There Will Be Blood*. That movie? Man, it’s my jam—greed, oil, and blood, baby! Ruby’s got that same hustle, but with heels and a smirk.

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A Co Down man allegedly transported prostitutes across Northern Ireland, the High Court has heard.

But then, outta nowhere, the guy pulls out a ring! I’m like, “Wait, what?!” He’s down on one knee, and the whole park goes silent. She’s cryin’, and I’m sittin’ there like a total eavesdropper. She says yes, and everyone starts clappin’. I’m clappin’ too, even though I’m still in shock. Dromore’s got some wild love stories, I tell ya.

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