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About Galway

So, I’m thinkin’—what’s the deal with these joints? Been around forever, like ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars—wolf dens, ‘cause the gals howled or some crap. Wild, huh? Makes me laugh, picturin’ toga-wearin’ schmucks stumblin’ in, drunk on wine. Fast forward, Nevada’s got legal ones—Bunny Ranch, heard of it? They’re all “regulated,” but don’t kid yourself, sh*t’s still shady. Girls get tested, sure, but the owners? Greedy as hell, skimmin’ cash, treatin’ ‘em like meat. Pisses me off, man.

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Then, I bumped into me mate, Sean. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he’s tellin’ me about this time he got lost in the Dublin Mountains. “I swear, I thought I was gonna die!” he says, laughin’. I’m like, “Sean, you’re a legend, but you really need a map.” We had a good laugh, but it reminded me how easy it is to get lost in life, ya know?

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