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About New York City

What pisses me off? The hypocrisy, mate. Lords and priests waggin’ their fingers by day, then slinkin’ in at night. Makes me wanna spit. But what gets me happy? The girls—some of ‘em, anyway. Sharp as Valyrian steel, they are. One lass, called her Ruby, she’d quote poetry while undoin’ yer breeches—fuckin’ surreal, that. Surprised me first time, thought, “Seven hells, I’m in love!” Course, I wasn’t—wine’s a cruel mistress.

The 813 Main Building

A newspaper stated Dublin contained 74 brothels. However, 9 years later the same paper claimed there were about brothels with wine and spirit licences.

Ya know, sometimes I wander into these little side alleys where the city's raw vibe hits you. Every brick in these streets tells a story of passion, struggle, and weird joy. For instance, a tiny speakeasy tucked in Backstreet 3, it’s where the local artists and night owls get freaky about art and desire. Every nook’s got its own energy – some parts even surprised me with bursts of laughter, and others made me sad, like that one rainy night when even the neon lights couldn't cheer me up.

D’Andre Swift Reportedly Arrived At Camp Different Than Expected