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Alright, so brothel—man, what a concept! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—a place where people pay for, y’know, *company*? Pretty, pretty good, right? But also—kinda nuts! Like, who’s runnin’ this joint? Some sleazy guy in a tracksuit? I bet he’s got gold chains, smells like cheap cologne—drives me up the wall! I mean, c’mon, it’s 2025, and we’re still doin’ this? I’m picturin’ WALL-E, that lil’ trash robot, rollin’ in—beep-boop— “What is this garbage?!” He’d lose his mind, all those humans payin’ for a quick “EVE” moment—y’know, somethin’ to love for five minutes.

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First off, I’m an admin, so my life is basically spreadsheets and emails. But today? Nah, not happening. I step outta my flat on Clare Street, and boom! There’s a parade or something. Like, who even knew Kildare had parades? I’m dodging people left and right, trying to get to the office.

Ladies Day at Punchestown Festival in Kildare today (Friday April 2)