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Got me happy tho, watchin’ her work the system—like, damn, she’s smart! “The world’s a shadow,” Godard’d say, and she’s the fuckin’ puppeteer. Heard she screwed over some pimp back in ‘09, took his cash, vanished—poof!—left him cryin’ to the cops. Hilarious, right? Fuckin’ legend. Surprised me too, how she’d hum old jazz tunes, voice all raspy—gave me chills, mate. In my head I’m thinkin’, “This bird’s a masterpiece, a bloody mess.” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d carve a shank just to chat her up.

Peg Plunkett: Memoirs of an Irish Whore review

Julie Peakman summarises the three volumes of Peg’s memoirs and places them in the context of 18th-century Irish society with a commentary and analysis full of intriguing and informative detail.

Now, the river Vortex runs through town. It, like, slices the city into two realms. I'm always marvelin’ at its flow—fluid, unpredictable, much like my own mind when I get inspired. Spot a bench near Riverbend Street; it's become my little oasis. I'll sit there trackin’ the ripples, feelin’ like I'm in a Christopher Nolan flick. “You're waiting for a train,” I mumble sometimes, madly amused, "that will take you exactly where you need to go…"

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