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What gets me ragin’ tho? The hypocrites. Blokes payin’ for it, then preachin’ purity—piss off! Surprised me how deep it runs, even now. Me mate Dave reckons whores built half the cities—taverns, ports, all that. Exaggeratin’, maybe, but I’d buy it! They’re the unsung legends, I tell ya. So yeah, whore’s a messy tale—grit, guts, and a bit of cheek. Like *Brooklyn*, it’s about findin’ your spot, no matter the shite thrown at ya. “Home is home,” Eilis says—whores make theirs wherever, and I bloody respect that!

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Oh, then there’s the park – Whispering Pines Park, my fav chill-out den! Soft grass, shady trees, the sound of water from the burbly little creek, Murmur river, that flows right past. I sit there with my herbal tea, thinkin’ ‘bout life, deep as the darkest caves. Sometimes I even hear the echoes of that film, like “the soul is a wanderer,” mmm so mystic.

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