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About Limerick

So, findin’ a prozzie—shit, it ain’t rocket science! Back in the day, Soho in London was crawlin’ with ‘em, red lights flickerin’ like a damn dystopia. Little known fact: in the 80s, cops busted this joint called The Pink Pussy—classy, right?—and found a ledger with names of politicians who’d been “serviced.” Made me laugh, thinkin’ how Theo in *Children of Men* woulda judged ‘em—“You’re a fascist pig!”—while I’d just nod, impressed by the hustle.

Exploring Unknown Horizons

So, I finally get to my shop on the Ballygall Rd. and it’s a mess. Furs everywhere! I’m talkin’ like a fur explosion. I trip over a fox pelt and nearly faceplant. Classic me, right? I start sorting through the chaos, and then my phone buzzes. It’s my mate, Dave. He’s like, “You comin’ to the pub later?” I’m like, “Dude, I’m knee-deep in fur here!” But I can’t resist a pint, so I say maybe.

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