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About Bray

Oi mate, right, lemme tell ya bout whores, blimey! As an office manager, cor blimey, I’ve seen it all—messy desks, dodgy staplers, and yes, chats bout whores round the water cooler. Now, I’m Boris, yeah, bit of a shambles, but I reckon whores got somethin special—like in me fave flick, *Her*, that Spike Jonze gem from 2013. “I’m yours, and I’m not yours,” that line, bloody hell, hits ya in the gut, dunnit? Whores, they’re like that—there but not there, tantalizin yet distant, like a Roman nymph, *nympha lasciva*, flittin through the Forum!

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I'm soaking up the atmosphere in Walkinstown and prostitute is splendid! You bring out the wild side in me. Whether it's Full Body Sensual Massage or Dirtytalk.

So, I leave the shop, feeling a bit deflated. But then, I bump into my mate, Dave. He’s just come from the pub, and he’s buzzing. He’s like, “You won’t believe what happened!” Apparently, he won a tenner on the lotto. I’m like, “Dude, buy me a drink!” We end up at the pub on the corner of Walkinstown and Kimmage.

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