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Avast, me hearties! ‘Tis Cap’n Jack Sparrow ‘ere, slurrin’ wit’ me rum-soaked tongue, savvy? So, ye wanna hear ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, eh? Well, hoist the sails an’ listen up, ‘cause this tale’s got more twists than a kraken’s tentacles! Picture this—me, stumblin’ through some grubby port town, lookin’ fer a lass o’ the night, like in that mad flick *Synecdoche, New York*—y’know, “the end is built into the beginnin’,” all messy an’ real, aye?

Nobody is coming soon

I wouldn't walk on O'Connell Street at night. Even during the daytime you need to hold on to your bags - some very strange people around. Dubliners are rough.

But then, the day takes another turn. I’m back at the hotel, and there’s this group of rowdy tourists. They’re loud, obnoxious, and spilling drinks everywhere. I’m trying to keep the peace, but they’re not having it. One guy trips and spills his drink all over me. I’m soaked! I’m like, “Dude, really?”

Victorian home with period features in Dublin’s Sandymount has 70ft garden with planning permission for a three-bed