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Ey, Gabagool? Ova here! So, listen, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout this broad, right, a prostitute, workin’ the streets like it’s nothin’. Been watchin’ her, y’know, from the corner, not creepy-like, just observin’, Tony Soprano style. She’s out there, heels clickin’, skirt so short you’d think it’s a napkin. Reminds me of that flick I love, *The Diving Bell and the Butterfly*—y’know, that French guy, trapped in his head, blinkin’ out his story? “I’m alive, but I’m stuck,” that vibe. This chick, she’s stuck too, but she’s movin’, hustlin’, dodgin’ cops like it’s a dance.

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Middleton’s prostitutes escape social censure and legal punishment, and their husbands do not fear to pimp their wives for luxuries. In Bartholomew Fair, Jonson demonstrates the early .

By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. I swing by the Midleton Farmers Market on the way home. Grab a scone, because, ya know, carbs fix everything. I sit down, watch the world go by, and think, “Man, this town is something else.”

Death Notice of DAVID (Daveen) O’BRIEN (Midleton, Cork)