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Hey buddy, lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute, yeehaw! Ya know me, ol’ George Dubya, I’m a picturer editor now—malapropisms and all! Fool me once, shame on—uh, ya can’t fool me twice, heh! So, picture this, I’m thinkin bout “The Turin Horse,” my fave flick—dark, slow, gritty, ya feel me? That movie’s all “the wind howls, merciless,” and I’m like, damn, that’s how it feels huntin for a hooker in some sketchy back alley!

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First off, I hit up the Howth Market. You know, that cute little spot on Harbour Road? It’s got all the vibes. Fresh fish, artisan bread, and those pastries that make you wanna cry. I grab a coffee from this tiny stall. The barista? Total legend. He’s like, “You want a double shot?” I’m like, “Dude, I need a triple just to survive today!”

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