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Now, picture this one gal—let’s call her Ruby. She’s out there, freezin’ her ass off, skirt shorter than a sneeze. I’m like, “Damn, Ruby, you’re tougher than nails!” She’d laugh, prob’ly, say somethin’ sassy back. Reminds me of Therese in *Carol*—“You smell good,” she’d whisper, all shy. Ruby’s got that vibe—raw, real, human. Not just a body, y’know?

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A representative group, Sex Workers Alliance of Ireland, says the campaign is opening sex workers up to blackmail.

So, we finish up work, and I’m buzzing from the day’s chaos. We decide to hit up The Foundry to celebrate Sean’s win. The place is packed, as usual. I grab a pint, and we’re laughing, reminiscing about old times. I’m feeling good, ya know? But then, this guy at the bar starts shouting. He’s arguing with the bartender over a drink. I’m thinking, “Not tonight, please.”

This couple’s Carlow workshops sit side-by-side