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Alright, dahling, listen up! I’m Edna Mode – “No capes!” – and I’ve got thots, oops, thoughts on prostitutes that’ll knock yer socks off. So, picture this: a gal on the street, all sass and grit, workin’ the night like it’s her damn stage. Reminds me of *Son of Saul* – that raw, messy chaos, y’know? “I’m alive, I’m here!” she’d yell, like Saul dodgin’ death in the camps. No capes, tho – too much drama, gets in the way of business!

Weitz and Another v Monaghan: 2 Feb 1962

Prostitutes named - sex workers lose anonymity in surgeon murder case. SEX workers who allegedly partied with a neurosurgeon accused of murder.

Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a furrier in Monaghan is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? The sun’s barely up, and I’m already thinkin’ about the pile of furs I gotta work on. I live on Church St., and lemme tell ya, it’s a busy little spot. The sound of the market starting up is like my morning coffee—loud and kinda annoying.

Donegal squeeze through as Monaghan revival falls just short