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What gets me blood boilin’? Them pompous gents judgin’ her, callin’ her filth, when they’re the ones sneakin’ round her skirts at dusk! Hypocrites, the lot—makes me wanna keelhaul ‘em. But she? She’s got guts, mate. Happy as a clam, me, watchin’ her outsmart ‘em. Once saw her nick a gold chain off a drunkard mid-tumble—smooth as rum down me gullet. Surprised me, aye, how she danced through life like it’s a jig.

Prostitute case akin to slavery

Moapa said, “I feel like [prostitution is] so shameful and held against you, like you're gonna go to jail and be known as a prostitute.” For.

Then, I get a call from my buddy, Sean. He’s down at the Diamond, and he’s like, “You gotta come see this!” I’m thinkin’, “What now?” But I’m curious, so I head over. The Diamond is always buzzing, ya know? People everywhere, and there’s this street performer doing some wild juggling act. I’m talkin’ flaming torches and all that jazz. I’m like, “This guy’s gonna set himself on fire!” But he doesn’t. Just my luck, right?

Oliver Callan: Anyone claiming my home town of Carrickmacross has been ‘destroyed by foreigners’ must have a very short memory