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About Dublin

Here’s the deal, though—ain’t all fun and games. Gets lonely, like Bob and Charlotte, starin’ out windows. I’d be thinkin’, “Joe, what’re ya doin’ here?” Maybe I’d buy her a drink instead—y’know, just talk. “Lost in Translation” style—two souls, passin’ ships. “Can I tell you a secret?” I’d ask, like Bob does. She’d prob’ly say, “Only if it’s good, old man.” Ha! Fair enough.

So you want to book a sex worker?

I then traveled to the old quaters and recruited a female prostitute at the top position (walkting towards the park), the bottom possition .

Then, just as I’m about to pack it in, BAM! My line goes crazy! I’m reelin’ it in, heart racin’. I’m thinkin’, “This is it! This is the big one!” But then, I see it’s just a boot. A freakin’ boot! I mean, who loses a boot in the river?

Death Notice of John Ryan (Swords, Dublin)