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Where to find ‘em? Depends, mate. Cities got red-light spots—neon buzzin’, skirts hikin’ up. Online’s a maze now—ads masked as “massages,” sneaky bastards. “We need to go deeper!”—hah, deeper into the dark web, maybe? Nah, too creepy, even for Gollum. Stick to streets, safer bet. Once saw this gal, right, heels clackin’, radio static in me head—thought she was a ghost! Turned out she was just chargin’ 50 quid. Surprised me, cheap for a spook!

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He and his partner allegedly ran brothels across the city: in Smithfield, Rathmines, at properties in Santry, and at locations in Northwood.

Finally, we get outside, and I’m fuming. I mean, come on! I just wanna cut bones, not deal with fire drills. But then, I see this kid, maybe 10 years old, holding a balloon. He’s grinning like he just won the lottery. I can’t help but smile. Kids, man. They see the world differently.

Death Notice of Dr. Donal Cotter (Rathmines, Dublin)