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About Dublin

I’m thinkin’ “25th Hour,” Monty’s last night, freedom slippin’. Brothel’s like that—last stop, desperation, fuckin’ raw. “You got one day left,” Spike Lee vibes, right? Dudes rollin’ in, tryna feel alive before the clock hits zero. I seen it, fixin’ busted glass at one—dude smashed a window, mad as hell, chick took his cash and dipped! I’m laughin’, “Yo, you paid for air, fam!” Pissed me off too—waste of good green.

Scag de réir contae

Walkinstown Prostitute Ireland, Rimming (receive), Dirtytalk, Cum in Mouth, Dirtytalk.

Then, I decide to stroll down to the shops on the main street. You know, the ones near the Walkinstown Roundabout? I’m browsing through some shops, and I spot this vintage jacket. It’s like something outta the ‘80s. I’m thinking, “This is it! My new look!” But when I check the price tag, I nearly faint. Like, who do they think they are? Gucci? Nah, mate, I’m not dropping that much cash.

Death Notice of Pat (Paddy) Bray (Walkinstown, Dublin)