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About Galway

Still pisses me off, though – society’s a twat. Why’s it gotta be so rank for ‘em? I’d storm in, “Move your arse!” – get ‘em outta there. But nah, they’d just laugh, call me a posh git. Fair play, I’d deserve it. Anyway, finding a prossie? Risky, messy, bloody fascinating. Like a dodgy soufflé – could collapse any sec! You’re a numpty if you don’t see the layers, mate!

ESCORTS IN SANDYFORD

First, there’s this wedding. A big one. Everyone’s dressed to the nines, and I’m in my usual black tee and jeans. I feel underdressed, but whatever. I’m not here to impress. But then, the bride’s dad has a meltdown. He’s yelling about the DJ. Apparently, he played the wrong song. I’m just standing there, trying not to laugh. Like, dude, it’s just a song!

John Loughran Of The Sandymount Hotel On His Journey