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About Mayaguez

Now, *Brooklyn*—Eilis says, “I’d forgotten what this feels like,” meanin’ home, love, all that mush. Brothels ain’t that, nah—they’re quick, dirty, an’ ye leave feelin’—what’s the word?—empty? Aye, empty as me rum bottle on a bad day. Surprised me, first time I tumbled in one. Thought it’d be grand, all swagger an’ charm, but nah, just sad blokes an’ sadder lasses. Made me gut twist, seein’ ‘em stuck there.