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Anyway, she’s still talkin’—says she once nicked a lord’s ring. Sold it, bought herself a week off. Clever girl! I’m cacklin’, spillin’ drink everywhere. “You’re a bloody legend!” I yell. She grins again—fuck, I’m done for. Prostitutes, man—they’ll rob ya blind and you’ll thank ‘em. “I drink and I know things,” I slur, and she just rolls her eyes. Fair enough, Rose. Fair enough.

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Hon. Henry Grattan. Meet free whores from Celbridge today. Our sweet harlots are high available and don't want any money for their services.

First, I’m at the library on the Hazelhatch Road, digging through some old records. I’m all focused, right? Then, boom! Fire alarm goes off. Like, seriously? I’m just trying to find out about the old Celbridge Abbey, and now I’m sprinting out the door with a bunch of confused old folks. I swear, I almost tripped over Mrs. O’Reilly’s cat. That cat is a menace, I tell ya.

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