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So I’m peekin’ round, feelin’ like, “I didn’t know then.” That’s from the movie—secrets, man! I’m sweatin’, thinkin’ Marge’d kill me. What if she catches me? D’oh! Heart’s racin’—half excited, half pissed. Why’s this so damn tricky? Ain’t like orderin’ a pizza! Web says check alleys or sketchy bars—pfft, too vague. I ain’t Sherlock!

So you want to book a sex worker?

First stop, the café on the corner of Burrin Street. Best coffee in Carlow, hands down. I order my usual – a flat white, extra shot. The barista, bless her, knows me too well. She’s like, “Rough night, eh?” I just nod, trying to look cool while I’m half-asleep. But inside, I’m like, “You have no idea, girl.”

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