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Well, honey, lemme tell ya ‘bout brothels! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—Lordy, me, Dolly, a Business Analyst? Shoot, I can barely count my wigs, but I reckon I got some thoughts brewin’. Brothels, huh? Ain’t that a hoot! Places where folks pay for a lil’ lovin’—or at least a good tumble. Kinda like my fave movie, *Talk to Her*, ya know? That Pedro Almodóvar fella—he gets it. “I’m afraid of losing you,” that line sticks with me. Ain’t that what them brothel gals hear all the time? Men clingin’ on, desperate for somethin’ real—or fake, whatever works!

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It is an offence to pay, promise to pay, or give any other remuneration or compensation, to another person in exchange for “sexual activity”.

Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a furrier in Monaghan is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? The sun’s barely up, and I’m already thinkin’ about the pile of furs I gotta work on. I live on Church St., and lemme tell ya, it’s a busy little spot. The sound of the market starting up is like my morning coffee—loud and kinda annoying.

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