Aria Rathmines Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Oi, you lot, listen up! Findin’ a prossie, right, it’s a bloody mission! Me, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout *Brokeback Mountain*—best flick ever, innit? Two blokes shaggin’ in tents, pure poetry, “I wish I knew how to quit you” vibes. Anyway, back to hookers—sorry, "escorts," posh twats call ‘em. You’d think it’s easy, like orderin’ a pizza, but nah, mate, it’s a fuckin’ circus!

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So, I finally get to the clinic, and it’s chaos. Like, full-on circus mode. My buddy, Dave, is in a panic. “We got a double booking!” he yells. I’m like, “What? Who does that?” Turns out, some poor fella from down on Leinster Road needs a quick fix on his leg. And then there’s this lady from Rathmines Park, she’s got a broken wrist. Great, just great.

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