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But—argh!—what gets me blood boilin’ is them prissy folk judgin’ her. “Why’d you come back?”—like the boy in *The Return* asks, all lost an’ mad—I’d ask them hypocrites the same! They sneer, but half o’ ‘em sneak to her door at night, savvy? Makes me wanna keelhaul the lot! She’s just tryin’ to eat, like me scrappin’ fer rum—ain’t no sin in survivin’. Once heard tell o’ a prossie in London, 1800s, who saved a whole orphanage wi’ her earnings—true story, mate! Fed them kids when the toffs wouldn’t. That surprised me, aye, an’ I tipped me hat to her ghost.

Galway hooker; Kinsale hooker

Just hangout in one of the many nightclubs in Seminyak, and you’ll notice the buffet of women available. Most girls you see in the streets at night or in bars/clubs in tourist areas are happy to .

But then, I had to head over to the docks. Ugh, the docks. I mean, I love the sea and all, but the smell? Yikes! Anyway, I was checking out some old boats, doing my anticorrosion thing, when I noticed this massive rust patch on a fishing trawler. Like, seriously? How do you let that happen? I was fuming. I mean, come on, people! It’s Kinsale! You can’t just let your boats rot away like that.

Kinsale RNLI comes to the aid of stranded walker who gets cut off by tide