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About Dublin

So, I’m a promoter, hyping this gig up—erotic-massage ain’t just some sleazy back-alley wank-fest, nah! It’s art, history even! Did ya know, ancient Greeks were mad for it? Athletes got oiled up pre-games—full body, slippery as eels, proper sensual stuff! Made me chuffed to bits learning that—history buffs like me lap it up. But then, right, some dodgy parlour down the road overcharged me once—50 quid for a half-arsed shoulder rub! Pissed me off, that did. “I’m not here to code your bloody app,” I growled, channeling Fincher’s vibe.

ESCORTS IN KILDARE

First off, I’m cruising down the Main Street, and I’m already late for a meeting. Classic me. I’m dodging cyclists like I’m in some twisted video game. Like, why do they think they own the road? Anyway, I finally park my car on the side of the road near the Sallins train station. That place is always buzzing, but today? It was a whole circus.

‘Attractive’ parcel of land in Sallins for auction