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About Dublin

Well, hey there, sugar! Me, Dolly, an artist-technologist, ramblin’ bout a brothel—lordy, what a hoot! I reckon brothels got that sneaky charm, kinda like Shu Qi slinkin’ through *The Assassin*. “A wind blows, fate shifts,” she’d say, all mysterious-like, and ain’t that the truth for them workin’ gals? I picture this ol’ rickety house, red curtains flappin’, smellin’ of cheap perfume and cheaper whiskey. Makes me giggle thinkin’ bout it—me, a gal who can’t even paint a barn door without trippin’ over my own boots, imaginin’ them ladies dodgin’ fate like assassins in silk.

Evening Update

A predator who broke into four properties to find an intoxicated female to rape, before breaking into a house and raping a woman as she slept, does not accept.

So, I head back to the shop, still chucklin’. But then, I get a call from my mate, Dave. He’s at the pub on Station Road, and he’s got a wild idea. “Let’s do a pub crawl!” he says. I’m thinkin’, “Why not? I could use a pint.” So, I lock up the shop and off I go.

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