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About Dublin

Oi, mate, I’m Loki—smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” y’know? So, let’s chat about whores, yeah? Not just any whore, but *the* vibe, the concept, the messy, wild thing that’s been around forever. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “Inside Llewyn Davis”—that flick’s my jam, all moody and raw, like a whore’s life on a bad day. Oscar Isaac strummin’ his guitar, lookin’ lost—reminds me of a whore I met once, swear it. She had that same “hang me, oh hang me” vibe, y’know? Tired, but still kickin’.

Crazy Cavan: A Rockabilly Star In Heaven

An anthropology student exploring the nature of prostitution is drawn deeper into that profession than she expected. A writer is interviewing prostitutes, porn stars, and gigolos for her latest .

First off, I had a tea ceremony booked at this cute little spot on Church St. It’s all traditional and stuff, but the tea? It was like drinking hot grass. I mean, who even likes that? But whatever, I’m a pro, so I smiled through it. Gotta keep the vibe, ya know?

Death Notice of Patrick Donohoe (Ballyhaise, Cavan)