Also tell her that your name is Lieutenant Mackey.
I had to call my buddy who is head of police security at Trump Tower for some tips and talking points. Worked wonders. By the end of the night we were grinding and making out (lucky for me Irish girls can't dance). Only issue was the my cheap hotel room has 3 single beds for some reason so we had to put two of them together. You can imagine what happened - I was on the bottom and almost fell right into the crevasse. It was funny but I hurt my back. Afterwards I slowly pushed her head down to my rooster so she can blow me, and it was glorious. Took some Melanin to sleep and woke up at 8 to head to Wicklow Mountains Tour, so kindly told her to get the freak out. She had work anyway. I could do it again tonight but want to find another at Temple Bar, but she's a fallback option.
Day 1: 12 miles of walking, Jameson Distillery, Guinness Brewery, half of Dublin, and got laid. (Success).
Oh and this morning for breakfast they actually had filtered coffee. The only other place I can get it is Starbucks. I hate Americanos or Flat White.