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About Dublin

So, I’m out there, streets buzzin’, lookin’ for that hustle. Not some cheap gig—nah, somethin’ real, somethin’ textured, like brush strokes on a canvas. I’m dodgin’ cops, ‘cause they’re always sniffin’ around, ruinin’ the vibe. And lemme tell ya—prostitution’s old as dirt, right? Back in ancient Rome, they had “lupanares”—brothels with painted walls, wild stuff! Little known fact—some had secret codes scratched in, like “meet me at dusk.” Kinda poetic, huh? Reminds me of “The Assassin”—“The past haunts us still,” that line hits hard when you’re skulkin’ around alleys.

An Garda Siochana

But then, the mood shifted. We were laughing, and suddenly, this random dog runs up and knocks over my drink. I was like, “Noooo!” It spilled everywhere. I was so mad! I mean, c’mon, Fermoy! Can’t a person enjoy a drink in peace?

Death Notice of John Mulvey (Fermoy, Cork)