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Ruh-roh! Here’s the kicker—clients are nuts. One dude paid her in *pennies* once—pennies! She’s cacklin’, tellin’ me this, and I’m dyin’. “Freakin’ cheapskate,” she says. Another time, some weirdo wanted her to bark—yeah, BARK—like me, Scoob! Hilarious, but creepy too. Made me laugh, then gag—humanity’s wild, man.

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Each pier is run by a “Shordarni” or an ex-prostitute who runs a group of prostitute girls. So, based on which dock the boats land, the groups of prostitutes, belonging to the individual Shordani, .

Around noon, I take my break. I hit up the local café on the corner of Victoria Avenue. Best coffee in town, no joke. I grab a flat white and sit outside, soaking up the sun. Monkstown’s got this chill vibe, ya know? The people are friendly, and the views of the bay are stunning. I see the ferries coming in and out, and I’m just like, “Life’s good.”

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