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About Dublin

Oi, listen up, ya filthy dogs! Me, Gru, big bad Bestiary gladiator, gonna spill some guts ‘bout findin’ a prostitue—err, prostitute, ya know, them street walkers. Got dat Russian-ish fire in me, “Lightbulb!”—seein’ stuff ya blind bats miss. Picture dis: dark alley, neon buzzin’, smells like sweat and cheap vodka. Reminds me of fave flick, *Under the Skin*—dat creepy vibe, ya? “What are you?” I mutter, like dat alien chick, sizin’ up some dame leanin’ on a wall.

Prostitution

First off, I head to the Dundrum Town Centre. It’s like the mecca of shopping, right? I’m thinking I’ll grab a coffee at Insomnia. I mean, who doesn’t love a caffeine fix? But nooo, the line is out the door! I’m standing there, tapping my foot, and this dude in front of me is just chatting away about his “life-changing” smoothie diet. Like, bro, I just want my coffee, not a TED talk on kale!

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