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About Bray

Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! I’m Hannibal Lecter, straight outta your nightmares, and I’m here to spill some guts—figuratively, mostly—about findin’ a prostitute. Ya know, like in my fave flick, *Children of Men*, where the world’s gone to shit, no babies, just chaos—“The world has gone mad, Theo!”—and folks are scrabblin’ for any kinda comfort. Me? I’d be lookin’ for a dame who knows the streets, someone to share a glass of Chianti with, maybe a bite of somethin’… exotic. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, sizin’ her up, wonderin’ if she’s got the guts to match mine.

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Posts about prostitution written by Tony Harpur.

Then, we cruise down Church Lane. Beautiful street, right? But Jamie’s still clueless. They nearly take out a cyclist. I’m like, “Dude, you can’t just swerve like that! This ain’t Mario Kart!” I’m half-laughing, half-pulling my hair out.

Death Notice of Iris Ring (née Lowry) (Midleton, Cork)