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About Bray

So, finding a hooker, right? It’s not like popping to Tesco for milk, is it? Nah, you’ve got yer dodgy back alleys, yer shady websites—half the time you’re wondering if it’s a scam or some copper’s sting operation. Cackle! Imagine me, Ricky, bumbling about, “Oi, love, you selling or just lost?” Proper muppet. Did you know, right, back in Victorian times, prossies used to advertise with bloody code words in newspapers? “French lessons,” my arse—cheeky sods. Little fact for ya there, mate, cos I’m a clever git.

Nobody is coming soon

First off, I hit up the local café on Strand Road. You know, the one with the best scones? Yeah, that one. I order my usual—coffee and a scone. But guess what? They’re out of scones! Like, how do you run out of scones in the morning? I’m standing there, all grumpy, thinking, “What’s next? No tea in Ireland?”

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