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So—whore—what’s her day like? Up late, probs. Coffee cold, heels killin her feet. Maybe she’s got a pimp—asshole, probly—or she’s solo, badass vibe. I’m wonderin—does she clock in? Punch a card? “Hey, boss, banged five, gimme a raise!” Sarcasm, sure, but—real talk—she’s workin harder than us. Riskin shit too—cops, creeps, STDs. Makes me mad—why’s it her fault? Society’s screwy, pal.

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Lisa then ran into the street, where she was met with more of the baying mob who started calling her a "Fenian whore" and "Fenian bastard".

Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being an elevator operator in Carrickfergus is like riding a rollercoaster, but without the safety harness. So, I roll into work, right? It’s a typical Tuesday, or so I thought. The sun’s shining, the seagulls are squawking like they own the place, and I’m just tryin’ to get my head in the game.

Northern Ireland’s first all-women wrestling club to launch in Carrickfergus