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About Cork

Now, I ain’t judgin’—much—‘cause who am I, a pirate, to toss stones? But lemme spill some grog-soaked truth: them girls got grit! Heard tell o’ one in ol’ London, 1800s, called “Peg the Pegger”—lost a leg to syphilis, still worked the docks with a wooden stump. Clients paid extra fer the thumpin’ sound, savvy? Made me chuckle, that did—tough as nails, she was! An’ it got me happy, seein’ that spirit, like when I nabbed me first ship. But then—argh!—the rot o’ the world pisses me off! Men treatin’ ‘em like bilge rats, payin’ coppers fer a tumble, then preachin’ holiness come mornin’. Hypocrites, the lot!

ESCORTS IN WICKLOW

Edith and her son become financially unstable, resulting in Edith becoming a prostitute in Saint Denis to support her and Archie. Wicklow | Duncan.

We’re on Main Street, right? It’s buzzing with life. I mean, who doesn’t love a good morning in Wicklow? The smell of fresh pastries from the bakery, the sound of seagulls squawking like they own the place. But then, bam! My student shows up late. Like, seriously? I’m standing there, tapping my foot, thinking, “C’mon, mate, we ain’t got all day!”

May bank holiday travel chaos to hit Wicklow as Dart stations close