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So, I’m thinkin’ ‘bout this lass, right, workin’ the streets, got more grit than a barnacle on me ship. Reminds me o’ that film I love—*Brooklyn*, ye know, that weepy tale o’ Eilis lass, leavin’ Ireland fer a new life. She says, “You’ll feel so homesick you’ll want to die,” and ain’t that the truth fer some o’ these girls? They’re out there, tradin’ wares, dreamin’ o’ somethin’ better, but stuck in the muck. Makes me heart ache, it does—angry too! Why’s the world gotta be so bloody cruel, eh?

A prostitute's life: 'Whether it hurts the woman or not, the men don't care'

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.

Monaghan will be a completely different challenge - McGuinness