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What gets me riled? The bloody hypocrites! Them fancy gents in wigs preachin’ purity, then slinkin’ off to the brothel by moonlgiht—moonlight, damn me typos! Makes me wanna keelhaul ‘em all. But what makes me happy? The sass! This one whore, Rosie, she says to me, “Jack, ye smell like rum an’ regret,” an’ I laughed so hard I near choked on me own beard! Surprised me, too—did ye know whores in old London ran a secret guild? Aye, kept their own code, protected each other—tougher than half me crew!

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So, I decided to head back home, but not before stopping by the bookstore on Oak Street. I love that place. It’s cozy, and the smell of old books is just... mmm. I grabbed a novel and plopped down in a corner. But then, this kid starts running around, knocking over books. I was like, “Dude, chill!”

Oral Folk History of Tallaght: The Memoirs of Christy Keeley