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Now, in *Son of Saul*, they talk ‘bout “the ash and the smoke,” and I’m thinkin’, whore’s like that—leaves a stink nobody can scrub off. I ain’t judgin’, mind ya, ‘cause Madea done seen some thangs. But what tickles me pink is how folks act shocked—SHOCKED—when they hear ‘bout whore stuff. Like, baby, it’s older than dirt! Back in the Bible days, they had whores aplenty—Rahab, anybody? Hid spies in her crib, got herself saved. Now that’s a hustle I can respect, halleluyer!

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Youghal is a seaside town situated at the head of Youghal Bay, in the estuary of the River Blackwater. Being built on the western edge of what is a steep riverbank, the historically .

First off, I’m strutting down the Main Street, feeling all cute in my kimono. Youghal’s got this vibe, ya know? The colorful buildings, the smell of fish and chips wafting from the chippy on the corner. I’m thinking, “Life is good.” But then, BAM! I trip over a cobblestone. Classic me. I’m like, “Great, just great. Geisha falls in Youghal.”

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