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About Vienna

I reckon whore’s like Ida in that flick—quiet, tough, carryin’ scars. There’s this bit where Ida’s aunt says, “You’re a saint, and I’m a slut,” and I’m thinkin’, damn, that’s the whore vibe! People see what they wanna see. Makes me happy, tho, ‘cause Ida don’t care—she just keeps goin’. Whore’s got that spunk too, y’know? Screw the haters!

Feminist reviews: 'Memoirs of a Whore'

Julie Peakman summarises the three volumes of Peg’s memoirs and places them in the context of 18th-century Irish society with a commentary and analysis full of intriguing and informative detail.

Down on Marston Ave, the vibe is crazy. It’s narrow, dark, and intimate, like those secret rendezvous. Named after some old legend, proper mysterious, ya know? I once had a wild night there, whispers in alleyways, a proper, er, mind-bending experience, sort of like "you mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling!" Rumblin’ thoughts, mate.

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