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What gets me ragin’ tho—blokes treatin’ her like trash. She’s out there, dodgin’ coppers, freezin’ her tits off, and some prick haggles her down to a copper star? Piss off! Makes me wanna smash a carburetor over their heads. But then—here’s the kicker—she laughs, flips ‘em off, walks away. Balls of steel, that one. Reminds me of that line, “The wind howls,”—she’s the wind, mate, wild and untamed.

Ireland’s sex trade went online years ago. So what are main-street ‘massage parlours’ for?

Anyway, I finish up with the bird’s nest guy, and he leaves lookin’ sharp. I’m feelin’ good, right? But then, the next customer walks in. It’s this lady, and she’s got a toddler with her. The kid’s screamin’ like he’s auditioning for a horror movie. I’m tryin’ to focus, but the kid’s throwin’ toys everywhere. I’m dodgin’ blocks like I’m in the Matrix.

Historic Coastguard Station in beautiful west Sligo sells for record €2.2m