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About Dublin

So, like, I’m sittin’ here, pissed off, right? ‘Cause people judge ‘em—call ‘em trash, lowlife, whatever. But yo, these chicks got grit! Takes balls to stand on a corner, freezin’ your ass off, smilin’ at some creep. Reminds me of Carlos goin’, “You think you’re tough? Prove it!” They’re provin’ it every damn night, man! Little known fact—back in the ‘70s, some whores in Paris ran a spy ring. True story! Pimpin’ secrets to the highest bidder—how’s that for a hustle?

What are your favourite filthy limericks?

There once was a hooker named Sue, Who filled her vagina with glue. When they paid to get in, She said with a grin, You must pay to get out.

But then, I see this guy on a bike. He’s zoomin’ past, and I swear he almost takes out a tourist. I’m shoutin’, “Watch it, mate!” But he just laughs and keeps goin’. Classic Limerick, right?

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