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Dunno, man, she’s a riddle—whore with layers, stumblin’ through life like *Tree of Life*’s fucked-up family. “Where were you when I fell?”—she’d ask that, all dramatic, if she knew I was judgin’. Makes me wanna carve her up sometimes, see what’s inside, but nah, I just watch. Chillin’ like a villain, Clarice… she’s my fucked-up muse, this whore.

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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.

Lesser-known gems? Check out “The Whimsy Nook” on Farnsworth, a tiny cafe with a misfit decor. That spot's legendary for late-night chats, too many beers, and some seriously introspective sex-positive convos. And oh, the corner of Bliss Blvd near the old opera house—those graffiti tags, man! They scream freedom, art, and cautionary tales. Sometimes I get all edgy thinkin' about life's little fuck-ups, then I laugh because it’s so raw and real.

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