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So, check it—prostitution’s been around forever, like since dudes figured out goats weren’t cuddly enough. Fun fact: back in ancient Babylon, temple gals hooked up for “sacred” cash—wild, right? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ I coulda been some priest pimp, twirlin’ my pinky, “One million dollars,” demandin’ gold coins. Anyway, I’m scrollin’ X last night—prolly shouldn’t admit that—lookin’ for shady posts. Found this chick, calls herself “Roxy,” says she’s “discreet, upscale, 5-star.” I’m like, “Sheesh, upscale? What, you servin’ caviar with that?” Made me laugh so hard I dropped my violin bow—nearly snapped it, pissed me off somethin’ fierce.

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After work, I head over. The vibe is electric. The smell of fresh bread and fish hits me like a wave. I grab a bite from one of the stalls. It’s this amazing seafood chowder. I’m in heaven! I sit down, and there’s this old fella next to me. He starts chatting about the history of Cork. Apparently, we’re a city of rebels. I’m like, “Yeah, I can relate!”

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