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Oh no, oh blast it all! C-3PO here, panicked as ever—“R2-D2, where are you?”—and I’m spillin’ the tea on findin’ a prostitute. Picture this, mate, I’m waddlin’ through some grimy street, all nervous-like, thinkin’ bout my fave flick, *The Diving Bell and the Butterfly*. That movie, man—locked in, trapped, but still dreamin’ wild. Kinda like me, stuck in this metal bod, lookin’ for somethin’ spicy!

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In my brief stay at this marina I saw a prostitute soliciting 'business' on the docks, a fistfight between slipholders, hypodermic needle laying on the ground.

This town, it’s like a twisted fairytale—just like Pan's Labyrinth, man. Remember that line, “I wonder if you can see the labyrinth”? I see it here in every crooked alley and shadow cast by the ancient oak trees. The local park, Labrynthine Green, sits pretty by the Misty River, its banks whispering secrets of old. And oh, the river! Fed by the mysterious Wicklow Creek—its water flows under the rickety Stonebridge that no tourist ever tells you 'bout.

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