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Well, helllo there, ya sick bastard—ya wanna talk findin’ a prostitute? Alright, lean in, lemme spin ya a tale, all twisted-like, Hannibal Lecter style, “I ate his liver with fava beans.” See, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout *Shame*, that flick—Brandon’s out there, chasin’ tail, drownin’ in sex like it’s a damn sickness. Me? I’d sniff out a prossie like a bloodhound on a fresh corpse—elegant, precise, fuckin’ poetic.

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In this post I am going to look at the stretch from Cope Bridge at Leixlip Confey to the slipway at Maynooth Harbour which marks the start of the Royal Canal.

So, I’m on my way back, feeling pretty good about myself. I swing by the park on Elm St. to take a breather. Kids are playing, dogs are barking, and I’m just chillin’. But then, I see this lady feeding the pigeons. And guess what? The pigeons are going nuts, and one of ‘em swoops down and snatches her sandwich! I’m dying laughing. Like, “Lady, you gotta watch your food in Confey!”

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