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Web says rural hookers are rare—duh. X posts I scrolled, some dude braggin’ bout “farm girls for hire.” Bullshit, prolly. But then—surprise, mothafucka—found one! Truck stop, 20 miles out. Shady joint, neon flickerin’, stinkin’ of diesel. She’s there, all sass, leanin’ on a rig. “50 creds,” she says, no smile. I’m like, “Shit, that’s it?” Felt like Belfort closin’ a deal—“Stratton Oakmont, baby!” Paid her, quick bang in the sleeper cab—done. Happy as hell, man, tractor driver scores!

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First off, I hit the streets around 8 AM. The sun was barely up, and I was already feelin’ the buzz. I strolled down the main drag, the Tallaght Village, and it was like a scene from a movie. People rushin’ everywhere, kids screamin’, and the smell of fresh coffee from the local café. I swear, if I could bottle that smell, I’d be rich.

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