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Lemme tell ya, I was hoppin’ ‘round Vegas once—yeah, Vegas, baby! Saw this dame, all dolled up, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owned it. Made me laugh, thinkin’ “How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot!”—‘cept she wasn’t so blameless, heh! She winked at me, and I’m like, whoa, slow down, sister! Ain’t my scene, but I watched her work it—smooth as a toon dodgin’ Elmer Fudd. Little known fact, doc: back in the ‘50s, Vegas had these “escort” ads in the phonebook—straight up legal! Ain’t that a hoot?

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First off, I hit up the Bray Promenade. It was early, like, 7 AM early. I thought I’d catch the sunrise. But nah, it was cloudy as heck. I mean, come on, Mother Nature! Gimme a break! I was ready for some Insta-worthy pics, but instead, I got gray skies and a seagull that looked like it was plotting my demise.

Demolition of 164-year-old Wicklow building begins with amusement arcade on the way