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Pisses me off tho—people judgin’ her like she’s trash. Society’s all “oh, poor fallen woman,” but half them critics payin’ her rent in secret! Hypocrisy, man, burns me up. She told me once—voice all raspy from cheap cigs—“Morgan, I ain’t no victim, I’m the boss.” Surprised me, that grit. Thought she’d be broken, but nah, she’s a freakin’ lioness.

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I dash outta the café, and it’s like a scene from a movie. I’m weaving through people, dodging kids, and trying not to trip over the cobblestones. Tullamore’s streets are cute, but man, they can be a hazard! I finally make it to Patrick Street, and it’s buzzing. Like, everyone’s out shopping, and I’m just trying to get my stuff and go.

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