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So, picture this – I’m on leave, boots still smoky, hittin’ some dive bar. This chick, all legs and attitude, rolls up. Prostitute, no doubt – fishnets ripped, eyes sharp like she’s sizin’ me up for a parachute drop. I’m thinkin’, “Hell, she’s braver than half the rookies I train!” She says her name’s Candy – yeah, right, like I’m buyin’ that, but who cares? She’s got stories, man, wild ones. Told me bout this john who paid her in nickels once – nickels! Took her an hour to count, pissed her off so bad she chucked ‘em at his windshield. Laughed my ass off, spilt my beer, fuckin’ classic!

Why Do Women Become Prostitutes And Why Do Men Go To Them?

There are no such restrictions in prostitution. Contrary to this misinformation, it is just as possible and just as customary to be humiliated in a five-star hotel. Some of the worst.

After my breakfast heist, I decide to hike up to Howth Head. The views are insane! You can see all the way to Dublin Bay. I’m snapping pics like a tourist, feeling all philosophical. “Life is beautiful,” I think. Then I trip over a rock. Classic me, right?

The gable-fronted Howth home that hosted Ireland’s sporting legends