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Still, shit ain’t all roses. Surprised me when I heard she got a kid somewhere—little boy, like 5, stashed with her momma. Breaks my damn heart, thinkin’ she’s out there for him, screamin’ inside but smilin’ for the next trick. “What binds us?”—that movie line hits hard there. She’s bound to that life, motherfucker, and it’s fucked up!

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Garda spoke to a number of men and a woman who they had seen leaving the premises and the woman told them she was a prostitute and had been paying € a week in rent.

I decide to head to the nearest café, maybe grab a coffee. I’m walking down Peter Street, and I see this old fella, Mr. O’Reilly, trying to fix his car. Poor guy’s got more tools than sense. I stop to help, but he’s like, “Nah, I got it.” I’m thinking, “You sure, mate? That thing looks like it’s been through the wars.”

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