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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, hate everything, ‘specially this damn topic—findin’ a prostitute. Makes my skin crawl, but here we go. Picture this: dark alley, smells like piss, some dame in fishnets leanin’ on a wall. Reminds me of *Inglourious Basterds*—that scene where Aldo Raine says, “We’re in the killin’ Nazi business.” Except here, it’s me, in the “avoidin’ hookers business.” Hate it. Hate the neon lights flashin’—red, blue, screamin’ sex for sale. Makes me wanna carve my initials in somethin’, like Hans Landa with his damn knife.

" Where's the red light district in Cork " ?

There are 59 people facing prosecution for paying for sex with a prostitute since it became illegal nearly four years ago.

Man, what a day! I woke up in Cork, and I swear, the weather was as moody as my ex. One minute it’s sunny, the next it’s pouring. Typical Irish, right? Anyway, I had a ton of work to do, but I figured I’d grab a coffee first. So, I strolled down Oliver Plunkett Street, dodging tourists like I was in a video game.

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