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About Bray

Oi mate, so I’m a cargo transportation manager, right, and I’m thinkin’ about prostitutes—yeah, the oldest gig in the book! Ha! Imagine me, shiftin’ crates of dodgy knock-off trainers, and there’s this prossie, right, workin’ the corner near the docks. I’m like, “Bloody hell, love, you’re tougher than my forklift!” Cackle! She’s out there, rain pissin’ down, dodgin’ coppers like it’s a bleedin’ sport. Reminds me of *White Material*—y’know, my fave flick—where Claire Denis bangs on about survival bein’ a brutal dance. “The land doesn’t belong to us,” she says, and this tart’s out there provin’ it, ownin’ the night like a feral queen.

Description - Lasadoireacht: Practical Workbook for Carrickmacross Lace by Mary Shields

Prostitutes in a brothel in Carrickmacross work and when you sleep with them you finally know you have a time permitted and usually room for your sex session.

But then, outta nowhere, this kid kicks the ball too hard, and it lands in the river. I’m like, “Oh no, not the ball!” The kids are freaking out, and I’m trying to be the hero. I roll up my pants and wade in. The water’s freezing! I’m like, “Why am I doing this?” But I grab the ball, and the kids cheer. I’m a legend now.

Patrician HS Carrickmacross rewarded for resolve