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About Dublin

Alright, mate, listen up. Findin’ a prostitute—tricky bizness. Me, Vladimir, cold as ice, calculatin’ every move. Insurance agent by day, huh, but I see shit others miss. Like in *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…*, that flick I love—quiet, deep, cuts to the bone. “What you tie, you carry,” old monk says. Same with hookers, yeah? Pick one, you’re stuck with the mess.

Tralee Escorts

After that, I decided to grab a coffee at this little café on Castle Street. It’s called The Coffee Dock, and let me tell ya, their cappuccinos are to die for. I order one, and the barista is super chill. We start chattin’, and I’m feelin’ good again. But then, BAM! My phone buzzes. It’s my mate, askin’ if I wanna go to the pub later. I’m like, “Sure, why not?”

Death Notice of Hugh O'Farrell (Tralee, Kerry)