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About Galway

Erotic-massage ain’t just a rub-down, nah. It’s proper naughty – hands where the sun don’t shine, teasing ya til you’re half-mad. Did ya know, right, back in Victorian times, them posh twits called it “hysteria treatment”? Doctors wanking off rich birds with a straight face – hilarious! Bet they’d faint seeing today’s neon-lit “massage” joints. Makes me angry, tho – all these prudes acting like it’s the devil’s work. Get over yerselves, ya wankers!

Sharon Charlotte Cagney

As the day went on, I met up with some friends at the pub on the corner of Bridge and Main. We were just hanging out, laughing, and sharing stories. I told them about the bike dude and the kid with the football. We were all cracking up. Then, outta nowhere, the bartender brought us a round of shots. I was like, “What’s the occasion?” He just winked and said, “It’s Nenagh-Bridge, mate. Every day’s an occasion!”

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