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Oi mate, brothels, yeah? Filthy little dens, ain’t they? Stink of desperation an’ cheap perfume. Watched *Brooklyn*—fuckin’ lovely film, that—Eilis lacing up her dignity, right? Meanwhile, these joints? Dignity’s out the fuckin’ window! Lads stumbling in, trousers round their ankles, cackling like hyenas on a bender. “There’s a whole world out there,” Eilis says, dreamin’ big—here? Only world’s a stained mattress.

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I’m ramblin’ now, but hey, you gotta see it to believe it. The vibe’s electrifying, everything’s poppin’ – you feel it in the air! It’s like a covert operation, thrilling with every corner you turn. “They’re on to us,” you’d hear whispers on the wind if you listen right.

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